Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.