But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.