Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

At long last, she gasped out, "It’s Seth." "What happened?" I demanded. "Is he okay?" "He ended it." Her crying renewed. "He broke the engagement and told me it was over.

No, but ..." But I had felt something from another person. Someone who spent time with Alec. The last card in my head flipped over. "I know who it is. It's him. That guy." "Of course," said Carter dryly. "I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy.

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats.

Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.