And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest. I'm thinking of giving it away, though. Ernest is so dull, and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingw….

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own hea….

The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in..

... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way..

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light..

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris..

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together..

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city..

How unbelievably naive we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That's ….

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and….

There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean….

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us….

But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his ….

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me..

Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else..

And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes..

I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap..

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight..

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That’s the way love tangles you up. I couldn’t stop loving him, and couldn’t shut off the feelings of wanting to ….

She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or wo….