Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone's eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.