When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

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.

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.