Quotes from Peter Heller, The Dog Stars

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.