Yeah. When you want what's real and you try to find that in high school, you might as well be looking for a mossy rock beside a babbling brook on the corner of Sixth and Pine in downtown Seattle.

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.

...we are all a volume on the shelf of the... library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.

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

Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

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.

Those questions you have? Whether he's the one, whether you feel about him the way you should, or whether the relationship is going okay? When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.