But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful

You came back fighting and furious at me. You told me you'd been looking for mermaids, and I interrupted you. [...] I said that next time, you had to take me with you." "Was there a next time?" "Well, you tell me, you don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?