Then what are you like, Annabel?" he shot back. "A liar, like you told me that first day? Come on. That was the biggest lie of all.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.

Conciseness is underrated

The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.