In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions much of one's life history is etched in the senses.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

No one can survive childhood without being wounded. Everyone remembers at least one time when their parents rejected them, pushed them away, even though they may have still been in the womb, blind, and unable to speak. That's why, as adults, we all look for someone to become our parents again, and for someone to look after us in times of need. And we search for a person to live with who can provide the companionship we so desperately want.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.