That Woman is in love with her own grief.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

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.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

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.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn