When you’re hurting deeply, you go inward.

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.