It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.