It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

The hardest thing in the world is believing someone can change. It's always easier to go along with the way things are than to admit that you might have been wrong in the first place.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

Religion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came to the end, you wouldn't die alone - but it could just as easily leave you shivering out in the cold, if WHAT you believed became more important than the fact THAT you believed.

Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle