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

I looked at the sweatshirt again. "'You swim' is a philosophy?" He shrugged. "Better than 'you sink', right?

He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

If you have just one person believe in you, you'll always find your way

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.