...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him - Clare

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.

But you make me happy. It's living up to being happy that's the difficult part.