He had been thirteen and lanky when she met him, a body of sharp edges with no sense of where it began or ended, but he had always had that smile.

The burst of joy and triumph that had come after ... had faded, and what was left was this niggling sense of dissatisfaction and the awareness of everything lost on the way to victory.

Better to be honest than profound

more than craving or longing or desire-I am empty, and more than that, a black hole, so absolutely composed of nothingness that I attract all somethingness to me

Some things split your life in half.