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

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

She couldn’t hide from everyone for the rest of her life… Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But she knew from long-ago experience that when you were uncertain and if you were courageous enough to let her in a real friend could do a world of good.

My household is, in a nice way, very busy.