For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.

I have no idea what Andrew might have done, and I do not ask. She believes that I can fix this, and like always, that's enough to make me think that I can. "I'll take care of it,: I say, when what I really mean is: I'll take care of you.

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

Just when you think you've got your life by the reins, that's when it's most likely to run away with you.