Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

I used to think that I wouldn't change anything from my past, because doing so would inevitably affect who I am now. But considering my current state, I'm thinking it might not be a bad idea to go back in time to fix things.

The great thing about fiction is that you can start off by telling the truth, then start making stuff up like crazy whenever you feel like it.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.