My mother... She is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

Can you fall for someone because you're lazy?

Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.