Friday, June 25, 2004


    "I lay on top of my covers...trying to decide if I was in love with Charlie, or if I ever had been, truly in love. I had wanted to be. I know that. He was a song I could not get out of my head, but sometimes I think that there is something that instinctively protects you from letting what you want become what you need, or what you think you have to have. And maybe love is something that must stand on its own feet, and if it is real, must make its own way—like a child, or the answer to a difficult question, a place to live. Whatever was going to happen with us, with Charlie and me, was going to have to wait.”
p. 298 “Useful Girl” Marcus Stevens

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