“I miss him like one might miss a scar, or wooden leg, something disfiguring but characteristic.”

“I miss it enormously. I miss the buzz. I miss the adrenalin and I miss shouting into the microphone. I miss the atmosphere, I miss the camaraderie. But I don't miss it as much as I might have done, because I haven't had a total withdrawal.”

“There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.”

“Don't concentrate on the obvious. They might want you to miss something else.”

“I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.”

“Miss Tillings: Stand up, Nigel Barton! Well, Nigel, do you know anything about this? I can't believe it was you!
Nigel Barton: No, Miss!
Miss Tillings: Then what do you know about it?
Nigel Barton: I think - I think I might have had the daffodil, Miss—
Miss Tillings: You might have had it? What do you mean, boy? Speak up!
Nigel Barton: The stem was all broke and somebody gave it to me, Miss.
Miss Tillings: Who gave it to you?
Nigel Barton: Ooh, I don't like to say, Miss.
Miss Tillings: You better had, Barton, and quick about it.
Nigel Barton: Georgie Pringle, Miss.”

“I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.”

“Percy’d heard stories about amputees who had phantom pains where their missing legs
and arms used to be. That’s how his mind
felt—like his missing memories were aching.”

“… real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.”

“I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.”