It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.