No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart.

You can't see the forest for the trees.

I write 2,000 words a day when I write. It sometimes takes three hours, it sometimes takes five hours.

It took strength to hold on to inner passion, and Noah had done that.