What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears. That is what the narrator ofThe Little Prince says after the little prince argues with him the first time about matters of consequence. And he was right. My land of tears had been a secret for a very long time.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.