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

I don't think I would have minded you being the keeper of my secrets.

My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.

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

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

But in my defense, I knew enough about her to know I wanted to know everything else; I knew as much about her as she wanted me to know; I knew as much about her as anyone ever knows about anyone. And isn't love just curiosity at the beginning anyway?

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.