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.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.

And you’re not afraid of it ending?” “Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.