In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

The worst violence we can do to each other often is psychological, especially in families. I dwell a lot on domestic danger. Thats the backdrop of most of my novels - what kind of damage is done without ever lifting a finger.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.