If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

Most of the time-- 99 percent of the time-- you just don't know how and why the threads are looped together, and that's okay. Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens. Do nothing and everything explodes.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.