Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

He was afraid that the secrets she'd kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would--for one heartbeat--flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red.

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow.

That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.

Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.