I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

What happened to goodbye?