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

love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.

A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go. Falling in love can do that, you think. And so can a wild party. You marvel at the way each has the power to forever alter an individual's compass. And it is the knowing that such a thing can so easily happen, as you did not know before, not really, that has fundamentally changed you and your son.

Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations.

the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

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