“He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.”

“He had things he wanted to tell me too; I knew by the way his breath hung in the air before us.”

“I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.”

“But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.”

“He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the onewho had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to be and the way it would befrom now on.”

“I wanted to tell him I loved him and I couldn't remember how we met. He had things he wanted to tell me too; I knew by the way his breath hung in the air before us. There were so many things inside us, and it comforted me to think of them there, curled up, content, for the time being, to be hidden”