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.

You would be surprised what two hours of daily exercise and five hundred stomach crunches can do for you.

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.

Silence, too, can be torture.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

I hated roses. I hated them for being so trite, so clichéd, a default, all-purpose flower that said I love you, I'm sorry, and get well soon. Give me peonies and tulips, orchids or gardenia. Those were flowers with character.