" He made a face. “In other words, we don’t have a clue.” “Pretty much.” “You know that’s crap.” She didn’t say anything. “You know that there’s nothing. That I will never see Ryan again. It’s just too hard for people to accept. The weak-minded invent invisible gods and gardens and reunions in paradise. Or some, like you, won’t buy into that nonsense, but it’s still too painful to admit the truth. So you come up with this ‘how can we know?’ rationale. But you do know, Grace, don’t you? "

― Harlan Coben , Just One Look