People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.