We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.