I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.