Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

My first job was as an assistant in the local library. Self fulfilling prophecy?

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

It was so damn hard to find love in this world, to locate someone who could make you feel that there was a reason you'd been put on this earth. A child, I imagined, was the purest form of that. A child was the love you didn't have to look for, didn't have to prove anything to, didn't have to worry about losing. Which is why, when it happened, it hurt so badly.