I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

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

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.