“Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble in the water. You have to surrender, because you feel to tired to fight it and push it down again. And maybe, unexpectedly, you find out that instead, of revamping your anger, those memories produce an unexpected sweetness.”

“Whenever she walked along the streets of Manhattan, she looked at all the different faces coming toward her and, despite their different features and colors, she regarded them all as Americans.”

“A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.”

“Perhaps she just needed to remind herself more often how that gold was still floating above her head, it's minuscule particles visible only when pierced by a certain light.”

“These were the moments that would stick in her memory for years to come, those instants of perfect bliss that nothing else would ever match again.”

“Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.”

“Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.”

“It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.”

“I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.”

“I can't say why some memories float and other sink.”

“You'll understand me when you're older. Then you'll see how men can blind you. And I mean blind you. To the point that you're no longer yourself.”