“She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.”

“...but she never knew what it was like to walk away from the thing she had most wanted. Years later she would say, "Photography allowed me to make the world and be in the world.”

“It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.”

“And still, what a risk he'd taken. The woman was like an amateur car bomb: you never knew when she would explode or who she would take down with her when she did.”

“Our passion is like what's described in my love letters: it's like coming home, finally, when I never even knew I'd been away.”

“And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.”