When I meet a woman whose energy falters at the first barrier,she seems to fade beside my mother.

How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone.

We are each the love of someone's life.

Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul.

When I meet a woman whose energy falters at the first barrier,she seems to fade beside my mother.

No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his grip and would not let me go. I do not know what joins the parts of an atom, but it seems what binds one human to another is pain.

Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them too many times in your head, and when you find yourself on that longed-for moonlit path, it seems unreal but still, somehow, familiar. You dreamed of it, of course; you know it like a memory.