Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

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

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.