And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

— S.J. Watson

He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you got better. He would have given everything for that. Everything. Nothing else mattered.

— S.J. Watson

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

— S.J. Watson

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

— S.J. Watson

I could see it all. The hand on the shoulder, then the hug. The mouths that find each other through the tears, the moment when guilt and the certainty that things must go no further gives way to lust and the certainty that they cannot stop.

— S.J. Watson

I looked over at him, running in the distance. Another faulty, fucked-up brain in a healthy body.

— S.J. Watson

I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a breeze, and I realize that in my life there is a then, a before, though before what I cannot say, and there is a now, and there is nothing between the two but a long, silent emptiness that has led me here, to me and him, in this house.

— S.J. Watson

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

— S.J. Watson

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

— S.J. Watson

I want to sleep. To find a safe place somewhere, and close my eyes, and rest, like an animal. That is what I am. An animal. Living from moment to moment, day to day, trying to make sense of the world in which I find myself.

— S.J. Watson