Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.

I wondered if parents had an easier time with the secrets their children kept than children did with the secrets of their parents. A parent's secrets seemed like some sort of betrayal, where my own just seemed like a fact of life and growing up and away. I was supposed to be independent, but he was supposed to be available. Him having his own life seemed selfish, where me having my own was the right order of things.

You could put your confusion and upset and worries into whatever book you were reading. You could sort of set them down in there, and you could come out with your head on a little straighter. I don't why stories worked that way, but they did.

I don't get why prom is like a mini-wedding these days...No one should spend that kind of money for a high school dance.

Ive never met a popcorn ball I didnt like.

But my apology was a thousand apologies.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.