Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.

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.

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

And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.