I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

I just listened to the music, and breathed in the day, and remembered things. Things like walking around the neighborhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colorful trees and having that be enough.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.