I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first.

The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.