Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of our bodies, places where our blood flowed backward. If you asked me, not that anyone ever did, the only words worth saying were I'm sorry.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.

Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.

I believe that you can fall in love many times with many different people. However, I don't think that you can fall in love the same way twice. One type of relationship may be steady. Another may be fire and brimstone. Who is to say if one of these is better that the other? The deciding factor is how it all fits together. Your love, I mean, and your life.