I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

Willem tsk-tsks. "You Americans are so violent. I'm Dutch. The worst I will do is run her over with a bicycle.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.