Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.

To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.