I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.

She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.