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.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.

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

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

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.