We are all separate boats on this river of years, never expecting to see the boat before or behind us except when the current of time unexpectedly pushes us together, touching but never altering our course. We are born to fight the bends and curves of our own rivers, pushing back that which will not give, understanding where we are meant to be only when we let go and let the river take us back to the place where we began.
This is actually the last paragraph in the book. Doesn't it just say it all? It just takes a lot of living before most of us can "let go."
I like this quote a bunch, too.
He gave me a lopsided grin as I turned and headed toward the stairs. "Good night, Booger," he called after me.
If I'd had something to fling in his direction, I would have. Instead I was left to contemplate the relationship between siblings, and how even though we would always get older, our relationship never really would.