He called you pretty...That's practically an insult, the way you look right now...You're much more than beautiful.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really no point.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive