Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

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

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

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.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.