She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.