I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.
Rest, Logan said. Both of you. His caressing gaze moved over his wife and infant daughter.I'll watch over you.Love me? Madeline asked with a faint smile, and yawned again.It used to be love. He brushed his lips over her closed eyelids. Now there's no word for it.You once told me that you thought love was a weakness.I was wrong, he whispered, kissing the corners of her mouth. I've discovered it's my onlystrength.Madeline fell asleep with a smile still on her lips, her hand curled around his.
Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, atbirthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweetdeprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took anysweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not takingall the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eatthem all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burstinto tears.
History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing that was ever lost in Port William ever has been replaced. In another sense, nothing is ever lost, and we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings.