A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.

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

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved her intensely if not honestly.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

I’m sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.