In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but it made a strong impression on me.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.