I just can't ever be a free spirit and just relax. When it comes to work, this is good. I'm very disciplined, which with writing is often half the battle, or more. But it also means that if I want to, say, play hooky and chocolate and watch Bravo all afternoon, I feel horribly guilty. I wish I could find a nice balance.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

“In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” “How do you win?” he asked. “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.