He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

Sometimes books don't find us until the right time.

It's a weakness to apologize before hearing what the other person's grievances are. You don't want to end up creating new grievances where there were none to begin with. Another Daddy-ism, if you hadn't already guessed.

...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

Wounds are like water set to boil - they heal best left unwatched.

Eye contact made people think you were being truthful even if you weren't.