But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in what it would be like to live in a tourist town where everyone has these life changing experiences, but your whole life is there.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.

Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect.' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.