I want you to write for you and about you, from the depth of you.

According to a high percentage of novels I’ve read, it appears that falling in love at the beach is both easier and more satisfying than falling in love in a grocery store or mall.

I think I’m nostalgic for a time I never experienced.

Attraction and infatuation produce strong, exciting emotions that could easily be taken for love. But attraction wanes, and infatuation passes. Love doesn’t end.

I don’t really see how I can keep being with you. Would you want to be with someone who just told you they could never love you?

It’s easier to hate than to hurt.

I can speak the languages of lots of groups and learn others with some ease, but no matter how fluent I am, when I’m not speaking Josie, I am merely acting. We all are when we interact outside of our natural cultures. It is inevitable, because it is impossible to be fully yourself in a foreign language.

In someone else’s language, you become a visitor, a guest – sometimes a very welcome guest received with shrieks and hugs – but still always a guest. Because as soon as you stop speaking the native language of the group, you stop being one of the group. And then you’re just alone, no matter who you’re with.

Come dance with me,” he says, taking my hand, and someday I’ll explain to him that I already am.

Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells – temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.