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

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

Don't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.

Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

See, Colie, it's all about understanding. We're all worth something.