My Friends Say I Have Two Speeds:

This Is Love, I Think. A Place Where People Who Have Been Alone May Lock Together Like Hawks And Spin In The Air, Dizzy With Surprise At The Connection. A Place You Go Willingly, And With Wonder

You Can't Be Real," Delilah Murmurs. "says Who?" I Ask. "did You Really Think That A Story Exists Only When You're Reading It?

The Bigger The Hole Inside You, The More Desperate You Became To Fill It.

The Only Way Someone Can Leave You Is If You Let Them.

It Does'nt Matter Who Forgives You, If You're The One Who Can't Forget.