Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

“In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” “How do you win?” he asked. “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.

Because maybe, the best of times were yet to come. You never knew.