“Harder to get in than out, like so little else.”

“I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did”

“It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.”

“It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities. Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.”

“So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.”

“Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.”

“Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible”