And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, and yet a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched.