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

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.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.