I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

Oh," says Owen, "but I would have, you know." "I know you would have," says Liz, "and knowing you would have is nearly as good.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down the road and someday, you do not now when, you will make a wrong tun. At the end of the road, when you're least expecting it, he (or indeed she) will be there.

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

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.