Gay rights is not something most of us think about - because most of us happen to have been born straight.

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing.

When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.