There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.