There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drain….

It was understood that they shared the same thresholds--the same inexhaustible appetite for wasting time, for discussing lofty ideas, for dissecting ….

If anything was, that the world will always--it can only--disappoint..

She was not brokenhearted because the relationship had ended suddenly; she was brokenhearted because it had never truly ended..

The map was just an accessory. She knew exactly where she was..

Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all c….

Betrayal lived in a separate realm than sex, a realm that was far more innocent, and far more erotic..