But like everything else, love changed.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.

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

If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let this world happen to you... he didn't see eternity. He saw this girl and this moment and this one slim chance.

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

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.