i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrap-book of everything we've done. I will never share an apartment with her in the city. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.