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It’s so hard, as a child, to know whether your parents are changing, or whether you’re just becoming aware of who they have always been.

Danny wondered if it would ever go away: the bottomless pit within him that begged to be filled with unequivocal evidence of love.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

He doesn't say what he is thinking, which is that his church is held-breath story listening and late-night-concert ear-ringing rapture and perfect-boss fight-button pressing. That his religion is buried in the silence of freshly fallen snow, in a carefully crafted cocktail, in between the pages of a book somewhere after the beginning but before the ending.

But I didn’t care, it could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.

You can never love someone as much as you can miss them.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you. Do you not feel the same for me?

And the flavor of Pippa's kiss-bittersweet and strange-stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me above the windswept city like a kite; my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

It was a secret time and place, you next to me, untraceable and out of this world.

I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.

I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

Either you have the feeling or you don't.

I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.

On the nights when I woke strangled with fear there he was, catching me when I started up terrified from the bed, pulling me back down in the covers beside him.

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

Chance encounters are what keep us going.

How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.