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1 " She opened up the glass jar she kept spare buttons in and began sorting through them. It was like handling bits and pieces of the past—buttons from loved ones’ dresses and suits and coats carefully gathered up and saved for future use. She had inherited many of the buttons from her mother and grandmother, even her Great Aunt Maggie. Each woman adding to the collection, like curators of a family museum. Now what would happen to them? "
― Elizabeth Jennings , The Button Collector
2 " It’s been four years, and it’s still impossible for me to believe at times. After all, it shouldn’t be possible, should it? It simply should not come to pass that the presence you’ve known since before your birth just disappears. The person who first held you, the person who got up in the night with you, who knew how to drive you to the edge of crazy and then bring you back to safety again … how can a person like that just be gone? "
