You never fall in love with anyone the same way you fell in love with someone else. It's always different, every time, if you're lucky-or cursed-enough to have it happen more than once. But I've never been uncertain about love, not any of the times I found myself in it. Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

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

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.

I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find.

I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.