She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.

Carmen didn't like change, and she certainly didn't like endings.

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

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

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

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