Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze. "How long did you wait?" It would've been unbearably romantic if he'd had he courage to look into my face and say it, but instead, he dropped his eyes to the ground and scuffed his boot in the leaves- countless possibilities for happy days- on the ground. "I haven't stopped.