When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

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.

Life is not a plot; it's in the details.

Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

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.

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.