The first great real intimacy between two people begins when secrets are told.

I feel like a cliche.

The keys that unlock the heart are made of funny materials: a disarming phrase that comes out of the blue, nowhere, a certain sexy walk that sends you reeling, the way someone hums when she is alone. My father said it was the way my mother danced with him.

Yo can always take back the lost parts of yourself if you can find and recognize them.

Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

At the end of their relationship she asked if they could still remain friends. His face stayed expressionless until he said "No. Because we put friends in boxes. You see them once in a while, or even a lot, but still they have their box in your life, their specific place. Their *category.* That's one of the great things about being someone's love-- you have no box in their life because you're part of all their boxes. You're their friend, their lover, their confidante-- all those things. I don't want to be put in one of your boxes and I don't want to shrink you to fit into one of mine.