“Her departure was a gradual thing, like a watercolor left in the sun, every day fainter until one day the canvas was bare and you had to rely on memory to recapture the image.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“everyone has regrets. Loose ends. Things they could do if they had more time.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“Too many things had happened in too short a time span. Did people’s lives really change this quickly? Years of sameness, and then a… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“I don’t need my heart anymore, you can have it. Cut it out, put it in a box, bury it in the hard ground,… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“When we get home from the funeral, the house is already thick with people. It feels like the whole town’s here, though of course… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“And why do the main characters always have to hate each other at the beginning of the movie? Like, hello, red flag. It’s so… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“Is there a panic button I can hit? Or better yet, a button that will pause this whole scene while I figure out how… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“But, of course, everyone has regrets. Loose ends. Things they could do if they had more time.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“So, I know what messy is, and it isn’t love. No, love is supposed to be simple. It’s supposed to be about brushing raindrops… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“Suppose I say summer, write the word “hummingbird,” put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“His mouth tastes like Scotch, and feels familiar, like somewhere I've been before.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
“Love isn't simple, Katie, and neither is life. Things that are worth having are sometimes complicated, and they evoke complicated emotions. You know, one… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share
