What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.

And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.

Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.