Sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

Slow down. Stop trying to do everything now, now, now. Hold up the people behind you for all you care, feel them kicking at your heels but maintain your pace. Don't let anybody dictate your speed.

I can’t even think about what life “could have been” like in Boston, without crying. It’s like deja-vu, I don’t think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

I always want my books to reach a positive point in the end.