My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.

When the door opens, I realize that the only thing worse than waiting is the moment you realize a decision has been made.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.