What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

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.

You should find him because he loves you.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

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.

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.

Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother