Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

A womans mistakes are different from a girls

A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.