There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

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.

Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.