Quotes from Andrew Mark

His routine had drawn him so deep inside himself that he feared the flood of memories her words on the postcard might unleash. He was afraid of wanting her again and all that it would mean. Finally, he read her postcard. He read it three times. He remembered how it had been.

It seemed that all the time in the world had passed, and that none had passed at all.

She hadn't meant to come so close in all that vastness.

Jackson brushed the sweep of his gaze along the flat horizon, and thought that he liked her voice. It was musical, soothing as the sound of Irish.

It's easy to lose yourself here," he said. "If only," she said, and laughed, vying with the wind, trying to keep the hair out of her eyes. It had copper strands, he could see now, that bright hair. It seemed to hold the only light in the dusk of the day. "If only." He nodded. If only. And then they parted.