“Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying.”
“Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.”
“Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love."He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and golds. "Sometimes we can," he says.”
“There's some muscle group around your shoulders that seizes up during the perfection dance and doesn't let go until you are asleep, or alone. Or maybe it never really lets go at all.”
“Maybe the past is like an anchor holdong us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.”
“But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.”