It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn’t really imagine it hadn’t.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

But like everything else, love changed.