I don’t know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.

I mean it’s purposeful, even if we don’t realize it. The desire to put things in our path, to figure out how to finally leave the behind….

It was possible, maybe, to have facts in your mind that weren't facts at all. You could build a whole life's story on false assumptions. You could make truths out of untruths and untruths out of truths. Until you spoke them, really said them out loud or checked for sure, you may not have known which were which.

Truth was funny, because it was an insistent thing, maybe as powerful and insistent as some force of nature, the push of water or wind. You could keep it out only so long, but it had its own will and its own needs, and maybe you could keep it at bay with lies, but not for long, not for always.

We should not give away a moment to anyone who does not deserve it.

It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.

It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.