The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.

Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking, acting as if you were nothing more than an egg to be flipped and flopped, sunny-side up or scrambled, depending on the whims on whoever ran your life..._

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.