I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.

Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.