But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

When you start reading nonfiction books about piracy, you realize that it's actually just a history of desperate people.

It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.

I opened my mouth and kissed you then, the first time all night, attacked you and surrendered completely, and let’s get out of here. I’m ready, I’m finished, let’s not break up, no, no. Take me home, my boyfriend, my love.

We are a nation of children letting horrible things happen, and flunking Calc.

Sometimes words are not enough. There are some circumstances so utterly wretched that I cannot describe them in sentences or paragraphs or even a whole series of books.

...there's not enough ink and paper to say all I wanted.