The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You wouldn't match Melanie and me up, and if we hadn't gotten stuck together as lab partners in junior high science, I doubt if we'd have matched us up either. I'm not sure why we even stuck, except that we each probably find the other to be entertaining...Besides I feel like it was a personal mission of mine to broaden Melanie's world, though I think she felt the same for me.

The most true-love words are not the ones that grasp and hold and bind you, twisting you both up together in some black dance. No, they are ones that leave you free to stand alone on your own solid ground, leave him to do the same, a tender space between you.

We had lain together, skin on skin, been as close as two people could, and he was a stranger. He was that someone who you are afraid of as a child, stranger. They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.