“What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.”

“It's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.”

“I can't go on like this”

“The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.”

“Of course, maybe I'd end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I'd died and the cats had eat...”

“Everyone can use a little beauty.”

“I hug him tightly. I cant imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me. Me, too, he breathes. My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.”

“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.”

“I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?”

“It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.”

“It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.”

“Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to thin...”

“Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.”

“I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air ...”