Readers embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.

I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there's a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.

Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.