Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.

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

Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.

I killed her once and died for her many times

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.