But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become a part of.

Cool superiority as a mask for overflowing insecurity.

I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

It's shocking the things we call love.

I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat