After Henry's treatment of her she wasn't sure that men could honestly love women but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be told pretty things and for the frightening clip of her heart to slow to something more reasonable.

“Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which sh…”

“It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.”

“He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be…”

“She will be busy writing novels. As soon as she had has gotten far enough away …”