Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

And so we stood there in the kitchen, my mother and I, facing off over everything that had built up since June, when I was willing to hand myself over free and clear. Now I needed her to return it all to me, with the faith that I could make my own way.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts. -Maggie

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.

It sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics.