We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

You can't pay a landlord in dogma.

How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now?

Things had a way of working out for the best when you let them run their course.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

Leave it to a man to mess things up