If you're skating on thin ice, you might as well dance.

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.

But how do you ever know that you know a person?

In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.