This is intimacy: the trading of stories in the dark.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I am determined to make the most of this life that I have, damn it - it's that kind of stubbornness I think we all need more of.

Here in America, marriage still has a mystical, intangible power: It is a passport to adulthood and respectability and to a certain extent citizenship. Any relationship less than "married" is considered temporary and not worthy of honor.

Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.

Equally disquieting are the times when we do make a choice, only to later feel as though we have murdered some other aspect of our being by settling on one single concrete decision.

Maybe the difference between first marriage and second marriage is that the second time at least you know you are gambling.