they danced as though they'd been waiting all their lives for each song.

Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.

I wasn't surprised to find myself in the back of Mr. Klein's store, wearing only my undershirt and panties, surrounded by sable.

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

You cannot fake effort; talent is great, but perseverance is necessary.

And sometimes we cling because the memory is so painful that we can't stop visiting it and hoping to make it come out differently. The risk of letting go is that we have to confront our own selves and our own possibilities.