[On suicide:] It's the only cause of death that can be used as a noun to describe the dead person. If you die of cancer you are not called 'a cancer.….

A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. ….

And while some healing does happen, it isn't a healing of redemption or epiphany. It's more like the slow absorption of a bruise..

There is also something deeply lovely about uncertainty: the possibility of optimism..

The word "miss" is so wistful. As is the word "wistful," for that matter. They both have sighs embedded in them, that "iss" sound. Which also sounds ….

But who is ever able to apply to her own current love affair a word like "similar"?.