Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.