The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.