He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.
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.
No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
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.
You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.