Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

...Things happened when you were little. Things you don't remember now, and don't want to. But they need to escape, need to worm their way out of that dark place in your brain where you keep them stashed.