And pity--people who inspire it in you are actually very powerful people. To get someone else to take care of you, to feel sorry for you--that takes a lot of strength, smarts, manipulation. Very powerful people.

My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

You … You had always made the future feel safe. As long as you were in it too, beside me, I could be okay.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

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.

We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as fiesty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.