Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is high in the sky, the moon is up there, too. A dim memory of what she will be in the night, but there, nonetheless, dim and misty, hard and white. At night, there is only the moon, the sun is nowhere to be seen. There are no distractions when the moon rules the sky.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.