Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.

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.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.