I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.

If you ever meet a guy and you fall in love with him, but because of some weird genetic mutation he doesn't seem to return the feeling?... Wear that dress.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is when a feeling of peace and comfort will come over you, and it's like nothing you've ever felt.