“They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.”

“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

“I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them. ”

“He'd discovered that his memories of that summer were like bad movie montages - young lovers tossing a Frisbee in the park, sharing a melting ice-cream cone, bicycling along the river, laughing, talking, kissing, a sappy score drowning out the dialogue because the screenwriter had no idea what these two people might say to each other.”

“Providence is like a curious piece of tapestry made of a thousand shreds, which, single, appear useless, but put together, they represent a beautiful history to the eye.”

“Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.”