Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

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.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.