When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you are born with, and eventually lose...Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult...is only a slow sewing it shut.

Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.