I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.

Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions.

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

The strength of a friendship can be measured by the weight of the burden it's willing to share. (If you want to test this just ask someone to help you move.)

"You know, I've wondered if it's more painful to lose someone you love to death or to lose someone you love because she no longer loves you back." "I don't know," I said. "On the surface, it seems an easy question. It should be so much easier to lose someone who doesn't love you, because why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want you? But rejection's not an east road. A part of you always wonders what makes you so unlovable."