Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we grew up and the times we spent together, but they aren't us. If think they are, then we're lost, because times end and places are lost. We aren't any place or any time . . . We are everywhere.

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.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.