“What will it be like to be one instead of half of two?”

“I don't know if I liked my life then, I just lived it.”

“It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.”

“I feel as if I am the eye of my own storm, still, like the mermaid, at the center of my own chaos.”

“She turns and walks on to the plane and the red dress flips and swishes through the doorway, vanishing from his sight but burned on to his retina like a hot kiss.”

“Ryder has appeared in my dreams once in a while, and in my thoughts a little more often through the last five years (...)”

“Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.”