Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.

These days, you’ve gotta milk a dollar out of every dime.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.