At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.

People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.