No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.

I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end.