I miss something I never even had.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A nagging sense that my life, laid out so neatly like the clothes Deirdre left on my divan, was no longer my own.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?