I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.