Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and engagingly as I can, and then let the chips fall where they may.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.