You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.