Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

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

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

I think of me and Melanie when we were younger, on the high dive at the pool in Mexico. We would always hold hands as we jumped, but by the time we swam back up to the surface, we'd have let go. No matter how we tried, once we started swimming, we always let go. But after we bobbed to the surface, we'd climb out of the pool, clamber up the high-dive ladder, clasp hands, and do it again. We're swimming separately now. I get that. Maybe it's just what you have to do to keep above water. But who knows? Maybe one day, we'll climb out, grab hands, and jumo again.