It is so strange, to encounter an ex. It's as if you're in a foreign film, and what you're saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who knows every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.