When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.

Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.

I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?