How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?

I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.