Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. But there is nothing.

One of the exhilarating parts of falling in love is discovering new things about one another, and seeing the world from a different point of view.

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

"Please... don't ask me to go with you, because if you do, I'll go. Please don't ask me to tell Frank about us, because I'll do that, too. Please don't ask me to give up my responsibilities or break up my family"... "I love you, and if you love me, too, then you just can't ask me to do these things. Because I don't trust myself enough to say no."

For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs.

I have some art, but I am a hobbyist. I would not consider myself an expert but in the course of writing this novel I became very familiar with the various movements in American Modern Art from 1900 onwards.