Whether it's good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart.

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not real friendship.

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.

Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.