It’s just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.
I don’t know if she’s making the right choice, but it’s not my choice to make. I promise to support her, whatever she decides. Because that’s what sisters do.
I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he’s listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I’m not there, which is almost all the time.
The road less traveled will not be smooth.
I knew, deep down, that love, though a beautiful beginning, isn’t enough. It’s the practice of honoring and caring for another that’s noble, not the emotion of love itself. The emotion is the easy part.
I do so much revising as I go along; I wonder how I could write books if I hadn’t grown up in the computer age. I think I’d be a very different writer. I find myself cutting and pasting, changing things around and deleting whole paragraphs constantly.
Then again maybe there’s something that I’ve been doing in the privacy of my own bedroom my whole life that I think is perfectly normal but is actually illegal in thirty-two states.
A relationship ends because you’ve outgrown it. It can begin again because you, as two, can fill the new shape.
Ever notice how people wait until they’re not going to see you anymore to say something nice to you?
You can only really really hurt the ones that you really really love.
He always loved her because of, not in sprite of, her flaws.
As much as I don’t care about those things, I think it’s human nature to not want to feel totally insignificant.
When I’m at school in the city, I don’t feel particularly worldly or wise. It’s only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.
Every day, I live a lie But not the crocodile kind.
Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow.
Don’t stop doing what you love. Don’t let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.
Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me.
Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!
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