Favorite Quotes: 
 Because we were caretakers of each other's habits and expressions, weren't we, witnesses who didn't just see but gave existence? Our coming apart would erase all those tiny moments and gestures and looks from everywhere but our separate memories until even their own history would begin to fade. 
 What was so terrible about wanting to be something other than who you were? How could you become anything without having wanted to be that thing first?