Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.

I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time."-Amelia

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.