The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.