When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

you're not a bad person because you want to be yourself.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.