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

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.

What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

It was wrong. But it was worth it.