What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

I think that different things sell in different countries.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.