Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

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

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.