i realize i will never hear from dena again, and i will never call her. it gives me a chill. it is a strange thing to end a friendship, even if you know it's what you want. it's like a death; all of a sudden your experience of a person become finite.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

You did the best you could," and she seemed to believe I had. I said, "I've just been going through the motions," using the expression my father had after he'd watched my first tennis lesson. "Sweetie," she said, "that's what a lot of life is.

He tells me that the best man I will ever find will be attracted to other women. I hear this as another fact I am too old not to know. More proof of how unprepared I am to love anyone.

You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.

It scares me. But then I get this big feeling, simple but exalted: He's like me, just with different details.

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.