You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

I try really hard to ask people to take a look at their bookshelves. Are there female writers on it? Gay writers? Writers of color? There should be.

She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.

She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.

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

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.