The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.

...because he believed that if you wanted to get rid of a hole, you filled it. He had not realized at the time that there were all sorts of filler that took up space, but had no substance. That made you feel just as empty.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

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