“One kiss and I felt as if I couldn’t live without him.”

“It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.”

“I want to kiss him for the rest of the night, for the rest of our lives. The one.”

“I cannot live the rest of my life without my husband. But I can live without him for one day.”

“I couldn’t tell them about Cross, I thought. I couldn’t tell them because Dede liked him and because she wouldn’t believe or understand it, and I couldn’t tell them because I myself was unsure what there was to believe or understand. It wasn’t like he’d kissed me, or made any declarations. What could I claim? For years and years, I felt this way, not just about Cross but about other guys – if they didn’t kiss you, it didn’t mean anything. Their interest in you had been so negligible as, perhaps, to have all been in your head.”

“If I should choose between the life I lived or a life without the sorrows I felt, I would spend everyday the same. For without those sorrows, I may have never had him.”