If you were mine, I’d never leave you, Prudence. I couldn’t.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

The ocean of the past, I still hide from so much of it and rely on all that I don’t run from. Everything before him, I waited for the nightmare to end, and it did...

It’s not that I wait for you.It’s that my arms are doors I cannot close.

It’s better if you don’t come at all, then come and act like you don’t want to be here. The same applies to there, when I’m there, which is also confusingly here, though it’s not...

We’re a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us...

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.

You can miss a person you’ve never known.

Erotic longing is really a longing to merge with something greater than oneself. For every kind of love is a force that holds the promise of taking us beyond the limitations of our individual lives.

She’d been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place...

But sex as a physical act is merely athletics, a momentary relief. What it needs to be powerful is desire, and the strongest element of desire is longing. It’s in the work. Desider-, sidus: from...