It's not supposed to reflect reality...Reality is all well and good. But sometimes you just want to pretend the world is a better place than it actually is. That great and wonderful things can happen. That love triumphs over everything.

Once upon a time,' she says, looking straight into the camera, 'my grandmother fell in love on a train.' She hesitates, taking a sharp breath. 'Fifty years later, so did I.

And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.

Here. There. Everywhere. Somewhere. Home.

This," I say softly, "is going to change everything."I don't mean it the way I usually do.I don't mean that change is hard or scary, though it's definitely both.I mean only to say this: that sometimes, through good luck or bad, through curses or fate, the world cracks itself open, and afterward nothing will ever be the same.All I mean is that this seems like one of those times.