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?

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

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live.

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.

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.