My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

Infatuation's just another word for not seeing clearly. When you start to love a person- that's when they become real

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.

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

We'd sit with a big bowl of popcorn, wrapped together in a queen-size blanket, and would escape to a place where magic was ours for the taking, where men rescued the people they loved instead of abandoning them. A place where, no matter how bad things looked at that moment, there would always be a happy ending.