There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?

Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes.

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

What he did was wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.

But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?