Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

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

we both smile and we are conspirators.

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

My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy