But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home." "Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

Sometimes the best way to find out what you’re supposed to do is by doing the thing you’re not supposed to do.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.