A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

It's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

I finally learned that it was all right to say something wasn’t working for me when it wasn’t working. The world doesn’t come crashing down when you speak the truth.

It was more work than it seemed, looking through a telescope, as the Earth was continually moving and you had to move along with it. You don't realize how fast this acutally happens, and it's kind of both creepy and wonderful when you stop to think about it. And it makes you realize there's absolutely no way to avoid change. You can sit there and cross your arms and refuse it, but underneath you, things are still spinning away.

When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.