Lawyers were notorious for finding cases in the most unlikely places, especially ones with huge potential damagers awards.

Everyone deserves a happy ending.

if you tell yourself you feel fine, you will.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?