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

Once you tell your first lie, the first time you lie for him, you are in it with him, and then you are lost.

To ward off a feeling of failure, she joked that she could wallpaper her bathroom with rejection slips, which she chose not to see as messages to stop, but rather as tickets to the game.

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

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

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

A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.