I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.