Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.

Such a strange thing, to hold a six-year-old's hand. Especially a six-year-old you've only just met. A toddler will grab hold of your finger, and someone your own age will clasp on to your whole hand, but with six-year-olds it's something in between, this acknowledgment that they can't be the one to take hold, so you have to do all the holding, folding your hand around theirs, feeling so much bigger and responsible.