I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

I closed my eyes, put my right hand on top of the book, and passed it lightly across the cover. It was cool and smooth like a stone from the bottom of the brook, and it stilled me. A whole other world is inside there, I thought to myself, and that's where I want to be.

Sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness.

...when your heart changes, you change, and you have to make new plans.

There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.

In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.

I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.