I decide I'm not dead because I can hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car. I'm alive because I'm listening to the rain, and the rain becomes the hand of God strumming his fingers on… — 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 to, every day since I was thirteen. The left arm through the left loop, the left boob into the left cup. Never mind the clasp in the back. My poor injured brain gets all twisted up… — Lisa Genova Copy Share
“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 didn't want to go to her office. She felt bored, ignored, and alienated in her office. She felt ridiculous there. She didn't belong there anymore. In all the expansive grandeur that was Harvard, there wasn't room… — Lisa Genova Copy Share
“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 probably smiling, too. I’m at the top of Rabbit Lane instead of the summit, and I’m on a handicapped snowboard instead of skis, but nothing about this experience feels less than 100 percent, less than perfect.… — Lisa Genova Copy Share
