Then I go in the den and turn on Law & Order, since the only thing i can really count on in life is that whenever I turn on the TV, there will be a Law & Order episode.

To get something you must give something away. To hold something you must give something away. To love something you must give something away.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.