Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure, little-read entry on Hungarian poetry.

...the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

It's a common feeling for people to feel intermittent antipathy toward individuals they're familiar with.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

It's funny how the night that changes your life forever starts out like all the others.

It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.