Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.