A book begins with an image or character or situation that I care about deeply.

Somehow you drift along on the river, and one day you wake up and you’re someplace you don’t want to be, with someone you realize you don’t know.

But even she had figured out that there was no point giving up a great job and following him to the ends of the earth, when he simply refused to make any promises about, or even discuss, the future.

You'd be surprised how fast things happen when the right man comes along.

I don't want to have to give up me, in order to be his.

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

I'm one of them. The weirdos and the freaks. My point was that it's ok to be different, and from now on we'd better be, if we're going to make something of ourselves. It's the one thing I learned in school. Different is ok. -Victoria