And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

Willem tsk-tsks. "You Americans are so violent. I'm Dutch. The worst I will do is run her over with a bicycle.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?