newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas

I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. "She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.