I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.
You didn’t hurt me, the situation did. And now that I know why I felt that way, it won’t hurt.
I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.
You're excuses are so lame they're limping.
Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.
...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.