It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road you always take and wind up somewhere new. Just one false step, one pause, one detour, and you end up with new friends or a bad reputation or a boyfriend or a breakup. It's never occurred to me before; I've never been able to see it. And it makes me feel, weirdly, like maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

Funny how certain things stay with you.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.