The theme of the dance was "Great Romances," or some such nonsense. There were projections of supposedly great couples from the past on the walls of the gym. Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, Hermione and Ron, Bonnie and Clyde, etc.

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

On Elsewhere we fool ourselves into thinking we know what will be just because we know the amount of time we have left. We know this, but we never really know what will be. We never know what will happen.

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

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