This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?

But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete.

...because he believed that if you wanted to get rid of a hole, you filled it. He had not realized at the time that there were all sorts of filler that took up space, but had no substance. That made you feel just as empty.

For me, every book is a journey - questioning a really difficult topic that most people don't want to talk about, much less write about. And that's what I need; that works for me as a writer.