Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

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

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

There are many things that can keep you in a relationship," I say. "Fear of being alone. Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life. A decision to settle for something that's okay, because you don't know if you can get any better. Or maybe there's the irrational belief that it will get better, even if you know he won't change.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.