She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Lena made a face. She almost never wore makeup; she didn't have to. "You know, it's not like we all sign a contract with Maybelline when we turn thirteen.

The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers