It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.

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.

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.