They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all tremble as though something means to strangle the life from them. The sky watches on. The world is filled with anticipation, as if to wonder if this day will be a great day, or a horrible day, or the last day.

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.