About Morgan Matson: Morgan Catherine Matson is a best-selling American novelist and recipient of the California Book Award.
When you move as much as I have...you know how it ends. You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn't work out. It never does. And you forgot about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it. And I just ...
I was speaking without thinking about it first, not hesitating, just saying what I felt first.
She spoke fast, and seemed to be a combination of stressed out and on the verge of cracking up, which was a mixture I wasn't sure I'd ever seen before.
I looked like someone who'd had a night, and had a story to tell about it.
We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again
All the stuff you can’t wait to get away from, until it’s not there anymore, and then you miss it like crazy.
You're the brightest thing in the room," he said. He lifted his hand from my waist, and slowly, carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek. "You shine.
I kept thinking back to all those nights in Connecticut, when I was out the door as soon as dinner was over, yelling my plans behind me as I headed to my car, ready for my real night to begin—my time with my family just something to get through as ...
Ich finde es überflüssig, mich mit Leuten abzugeben, die später mal keine Rolle mehr in meinem Leben spielen werden.
I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it broken all at once.
What was the point of trying to run away if people were going to insist on reminding you of what you were running from?
You don't have to go away to know where you're home is, everyone knows where their home is. And if you don't, you've got problems.
