When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires.

You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.

People change, but only if you give them room to do it.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.

I watch her do the simplest things: brushing her hair into a ponytail, feeding the dog, tying Sophie's shoelaces, and I want to tell her what she means to me, but I never actually say the words. After all, to acknowledge Delia as a drug, I'd have to face the fact that one day I might have to go without her and this I can't do.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.