If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

I am Alice in Wonderland', Josie thought. 'Watch me fall.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?