When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

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.