But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.