She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“I miss myself." "I miss you too, Ali, so much." "I never planned to get like this." "I know.” — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“Please don't look at our scarlet A's and write us off. Look us in the eye, talk directly to us. Don't panic or take… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“She's said she doesn't want to. Go ahead and ask her. Just because she has Alzheimer's doesn't mean she doesn't know what she does… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“It's like you don't get that she's not gone yet, like you think her time left isn't meaningful anymore. You're acting like a selfish… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
But I am not what I say or what I do or what I remember. I am fundamentally more than that. — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“Everything begins and ends. Every day and night, every concerto, every relationship, every life. Everything ends eventually.” — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“I can’t fathom the day when I’ll be able to figure out how to independently maneuver my way into my bra, like I used… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“And, like a lightning strike, there is his example. His mother before him. The lesson that she passed down for him to pass on… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“Bob keeps insisting that I can do anything I put my mind to. But he’s referring to my old mind. My new mind is… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“She could always walk somewhere without him. Of course this somewhere had to be somewhere "safe." She could walk to her office. But she… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“Slide, turn, slide. I smile as we’re snowboarding, knowing that Bob and the kids are hanging back to watch me, knowing that Bob is… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
