So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” “It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain. He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.

He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

You’re going to have to learn to ride a horse on your own, Phaedra', he said. 'It will make the journey faster.' 'The mule and I have an agreement.' 'The mule and you have similar traits.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.