You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

Teaching was great for me, because I got to show people how writing can really change the way you see not only yourself but the world.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she was - even in jeans and a T-shirt, no makeup, she was breathtaking. So much so that it was hard to believe she could ever have looked at herself and seen anything else.

The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.