Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.