When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.