I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

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.

I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.