Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.