She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.

Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

I told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time