Comeback Love - Pg 82

   Glenna was calling my name, summoning me to a place I was fast approaching, and neither of us lasted too long, not on this dazzling afternoon, in the drowsy, pine-scented air, with a golden light shining through the trees, and a breeze whispering over us, and I heard myself call back to her, and there was a long, sweet pause—perfect stillness—and when it was over, Glenna and I were wrapped up together, gasping, holding on, each of us inside the other.

Comeback Love - Pg 75

   At last, she spotted me, then smiled with an uninhibited joy she hadn't shown me before, and for the briefest of moments I was certain that she loved me. Later, I'd be haunted by the possibility that I'd fallen in love with Glenna alone, fallen in love with the reflection of my own appetite to be loved... but not at that moment.

Comeback Love - Pg 74

   Glenna said, "I feel like there's not enough room in my life for me. Like I want more space and can't get it."
   "Can't get it? Why?"
   "Because then I'll lose you."

Comeback Love - Pg 74

   She gave up and stared out the windshield, focusing on that place I imagined she saw in her sleep, her own badlands, all dust and sorrow.

Comeback Love - Pg 73

   She was entwining her body with mine, huddling into me as if seeking shelter, whispering, "I don't want to lose you."
   I was stunned that Glenna was scared of losing me, for I had thought it was the other way around, and though I was too clouded with sleep to answer, I held her tighter, drawing her close enough so that in my mind we became a single sculpture of flesh and bone, impossible to separate.

Comeback Love - Pg 54

   Her breathy murmuring thrilled me, a wondrously intimate sound, and I lost myself in the cadence of her breath, and soon the room was scented with the bouquet of our bodies, and our breathing was a persistent song, becoming part of the music on the stereo as the album played again and again.

Comeback Love - Pg 53

   I knew that I should get on with it, but I didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to turn it into a different moment, maybe better, but not this exact moment, with its boundless promise, its serenity, its grace.

Comeback Love - Pg 43

   I'm sure that she said some other things, but I can't recall, because by the time I'd parked on Bleecker, and we were walking to Little Italy, Glenna had stuffed my heart in the lusciously curved back pocket of her bell-bottoms.

Comeback Love - Pg 32

   I was afraid she'd say no, and not only because she was good looking enough to frighten just about any guy. It was that talking about the future with her had made me feel as though I'd actually have one, and if she said no, then what would I have?

Comeback Love - Pg 31

   "I want to get my life down on paper and make it behave—or at least understand more of it. I think I can do that in short stories or a novel. And that would be interesting. Like traveling but you don't have to go anywhere except inside your head."

Comeback Love - Pg 29

   "Vicky sang 'Moon River' as if it was part folk song, part prayer. I was thrilled she was up onstage, but her singing scared me. She sang 'Moon River' as if she knew more about longing than anyone on earth."

Comeback Love - Pg 20

   Suddenly I had the dizzying sensation of bouncing from the past to the present and back again. I stood there, unable to move, frozen by memory's guile, its sad and evil magic.

Comeback Love - Pg 5

   Someone once said a photograph is a far cry from a memory. I'm not so sure this is true because I remember looking through the viewfinder of the Minolta on that breezy, sunlit Saturday, smelling the woodsmoke rising from the white brick chimney of the hotel, and thinking that no matter what became of us, I would love Glenna—and be haunted by her—forever.

Comeback Love - Pg 5

   She is smiling, and yet doesn't seem happy, appears suspicious instead, and to this day I don't know if it was happiness she didn't trust or me.

Comeback Love - Pg 5

   I could have used my skills to uncover far more about her. But I didn't want to ruin my vision of Glenna: beautiful, available, and willing to concede that she, too, was subject to this strange power that had kept us connected across so many years.