My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.
Gayle FormanBut what if Shakespeareโ and Hamletโ were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
Gayle FormanOkay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.
Gayle FormanA long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen
Gayle Forman