I love to swim, and I love being near water.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

A moment might be a thousand different things.

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.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.