As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

She didn't even have to smile, and she rarely did outside her house--it was the eyes, her dancer's carriage, the way she seemed to deliberate over the smallest movement of her body.

I'm not a slash-and-burn kind, and I'm also not a posterity kind. They just kind of exist on my hard drive. It's like walking down the street - what you leave behind is still there, even if you never go back and revisit it.

I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon

People grow up by living.

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

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway