It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.