His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

I want to do everything with you

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

I’m not a follower. I never have been. But I’ll definitely become someone I’m not for a few hours if it’ll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Words are hotter than flames. Words are wetter than water.

in the midst of war and crisis nothing is as clear or as certain as it appears in hindsight

My sister Tiffany told me years ago, 'You can never write about me.' Then she called six months ago and said she wanted to be in a story. She was worried people thought I didn't like her.

History: a collection of epitaphs.

I grew up hearing words like snakeroot, sassafras, mullein - things that had wondrous, mysterious sounds in their names.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.