Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.
No one knows how to write a novel until it's been written
Remember what I've told you. Remember me.
I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.
That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.
The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.