These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.