It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

Oh, all stories are the same, aren't they? Men and women fall in love or out of love. People are born; people die. It al ends happily or it all ends sadly, and the difference matters only to the people involved.

A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

Daddy always said the only thing worth begging for was your life, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe sometimes your love is a little bit worth begging for, too.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.