I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.

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

The difficulty lay with the mind accommodating itself to the notion of the plane, with all its weight, defying gravity, staying aloft. She understood the aerodynamics of flight, could comprehend the laws of physics that made flight possible, but her heart, at the moment, would have none of it. Her heart knew the plane could fall out of the sky.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?

Reunions are always fraught with awkward tensions - the necessity to account for oneself; the attempt to find, through memories, an ember of the old emotions.