It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times