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

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know." ..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.