We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

With writing, we have second chances.

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?