Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn’t mean you’re fearless. It just means you fear different things.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.