I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.

There are so many things I can't believe. That people deserve what they get, both bad and good. That one day I'll live in a world where people are judged by what they do instead of who they are. That happy endings don't have contingencies and conditions.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.