Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.

You get through it, you just never get over it

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.