Objection! Metz shouts.Grounds? the judge asks.Well...he's my witness!
Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn't walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy's bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice.
Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.
May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.
Louie believed that those white men with their signs and slogans were not really there for the unborn, but there for the women who carried them. They couldn’t control women’s sexual independence. To t...
Just because you turn out differently than everyone's imagined you would doesn't mean that you've failed in some way.
Jacob like a totally normal young man. He's clearly intelligent. But having his day disrupted probably makes him feel the same way I would if I was suddenly told to bungee off the top of the Sears To...
I’m sure I’m worth a lot more dead than alive—the sum of the parts equals more than the whole.
It was simply what happened when the histories of two people dovetailed into one.
It was an attraction born of close quarters, and false familiarity. It meant absolutely nothing. Yet she drove home one-handed, the fingertips of her free hand gently touching her mouth, whispering, B...
It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.
It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.
It still hurts, she whispered. Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.
It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?
It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.
If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath i...
If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?
If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?
If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over - only living with the mistakes you've made.