It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches, all the things that told you how far you'd come or had left to go. But it was a big space, if only for me. And as I moved forward to him covering it, he waited there on the other side. It was only the last little bit I has to go, but in the end, I knew it would be all I would truly remember. So as I kissed him, bringing this summer and everything else full circle, I let myself fall, and was not scared of the ground I knew would rise up to meet me.

It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.