For the longest time after that, neither of us said anything. I was unaccustomed to his silence, but I didn't mind it. I knew near everything about him, and he knew near everything about me, and all that made our quiet a kind of song. The kind you hum without even knowing what it is or why you're humming it. The kind that you've always known.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

If you are going to forgive a person, Liz decides, it is best to do it sooner rather than later. Later, Liz knows from experience, could be sooner than you thought.