You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

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

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

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.