I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

He hadn’t been her first lover or the first boy to give her an orgasm. He hadn’t even been the first she’d loved. He’d been the first to turn her inside out with something as simple as a smile. The first to make her doubt herself. He’d taken her deeper than anyone ever had, and yet she hadn’t drowned.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.