A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.