Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

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.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.