We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

If I hadn't learned my lesson, I would have wished we could stay there forever. But I knew better now. We'd seen what we'd come to see. The way to trick death. Breathe in. Breathe out. Watch as it all rises upwards, black and blue into the even bluer sky.

What people read revealed so much about them that she considered our card catalog a treasure house of privileged secrets; each card contained the map of an individual’s soul.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.