She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?