Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.