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

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.

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

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

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.

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.

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