She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people. (148)

The appetites of the body were private battles.

You surely know that in the course of a long marriage it is not unusual for a husband or a wife to develop a crush on someone else.

I don't think there was a particular book that made me want to write. They all did. I always wanted to write.

He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance that would not go away.

I would also hope that readers receive a larger understanding, or a different understanding, of what it means to be human, than they might have had before. We suffer from being quick to judge, quick to make excuses for ourselves and others, and I would like the reader to feel that we are all, more or less, in a similar state as we love and disappoint one another, and that we try, most of us, as best we can, and that to fail and succeed is what we do.

She remembered was hope was, and this was it. That inner churning that moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a place new, and where she was needed.