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

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

I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

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

Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love-soaked, drenched in love-only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined.

Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.