And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"