Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.
Alice goes into the kitchen and returns with a cup of coffee for me, which she announces is free-range and fair-trade and shade-farmed in Malawi, and I nod along as if my coffee needs go beyond hot and caffeinated.
Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.
Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it’s as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny
...I don't want to lose you because of the f**ked-up way I found you.
...Sleepovers and dance parties and those talks we would have until three in the morning that would make us feel lousy the next day because we’d slept like hell but also feel good because the talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness ...
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
Why wasn't I nicer to Alice? When she has been nothing but sweet to me? When I actually like her? I know I should say something to her, but before I can find the words, she's tooting her horn and disappearing down the street. I wave until she turns t...
Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldn't: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasn't cheap. Both of which were true, even if they weren't the truth.
I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.
