He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

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

Every book teaches me something about my process, and they are all challenging in one way or another.

There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow