This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

Back at home, days later, feel cranky and tired. Sit on the couch and tell him he's stupid. That you bet he doesn't know who Coriolanus is. That since you moved in you've noticed he rarely reads. He will give you a hurt, hungry-to-learn look, with his James Cagney eyes. He will try to kiss you. Turn your head. Feel suffocated. (from "How")

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

Twenty-year-olds have a kind of emotional idealism about relationships and about the world that enables them to say, 'No, you lied to me. Goodbye.' When they see wickedness, they walk away.

Relationships are so much like the United States - they only really thrive when faced with an external threat.