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

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.

Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.

Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.

Silence, too, can be torture.

That's exactly why nature always trumps gardens. Gardens are just reality pruned of chaos. What doesn't work you rip out.

No power was total, no power permanent, no power absolute.