But like everything else, love changed.

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.

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?

Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something.

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.