We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?