She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

Supposedly there's an actual, researched link between extreme creativity and mental illness, and I believe it because I've seen it with my own eyes.

I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

so what brings you to the doctor today?" "hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people" "i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching." "not catching enough

She would bring you some great book because she was a book matchmaker, because she loved books the way other girls loved clothes.