She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm. You didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you thought, Hey. And there you were.

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

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.