So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.