There's no style, nobody dresses up-you can't be chic [in San Francisco]

There's a lid for every pot... You Just have to find yours. -Avery

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

I just write all the time! I'm always working. I usually work on several books at once.

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn. And that's why they're here. You'll have that gift forever.

I don't just want to catch some guy and have a bunch of kids. I want to make something of myself.