These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

You want to write something as good as what you've read.

On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Leave it to a man to mess things up