She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.

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

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.