There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

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.

I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.

How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.