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

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Wear them, they will make you brave.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

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