Our moment had passed somehow. I was different. He was, too. Without our “madness” to unite us, there wasn’t anything much there. Or maybe too much had happened in too short a time. It’s like when you take a trip with someone you don’t know very well. Sometimes you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realise all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travellers, if that makes any sense.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

The things we respond to at twenty are not necessarily the same things we will respond to at forty and vice versa. This is true in books and also in life

Daddy always said that an option that you know to have a bad outcome is only a fool's option, i.e., not an option at all. And I liked to think that Daddy hadn't raised a fool.

Intimacy doesn't have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.