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Rules are rules, yet still
trumped always by kindness and human decency.

It's rally bad when dads cry.

Same people. Same hellos and goodbyes. Same beginnings and endings. Same befores and afters.

What's up? Need a kidney? Two of them? Where do I sign? I grab my pen again, just in case.

Stephanie was ... intense. That's the best word to describe her, Del. The best one.

Don't settle, okay? Not for anything. I mean it. You only get this one chance at life, far as I know. Take it. Even if its not with me.

Sure, Mom. There are worse punishments than tailing Patrick all summer. Don't contractors usually work without shirts?

Don't move, Anna Reiley. Right now, everything is perfect.

But there's something about Watonka, they say. Something that pulls us back, the electromagnet that holds all the metal in place

Emilio smiled, and it was like, stubble, dimples, scar. Damn.

Are we all on the same page, Delilah?
The same page? I don't even think we're even in the same library, but no need to bring that up.

But when he died, I saw
nothing. There was nothing left to see.

There were tears in his eyes. The ocean rose inside him, and I looked away, before it got me, too.

I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with the way he erases things.

Abby's my sister, Hudson. We're twins."
"Oh thank God! I mean thank God ... that you ... have a sister ... what a special ... um, napkin?

Emily, Megan, Jack, Luna, Patrick ... they helped me learn what true friendship is. It's never perfect, but it is important.

And there it was, so fleeting I almost missed it.

Christian Kane's real, unguarded smile.

Because I realized I was falling for another guy, fifty-six.

I'd rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people aren't real.

Anyway, what about you? How's, um, Abby? Angie? What's her name?
Oh, Hudson. Your suavity is an example to us all.

Have some carrots. They're good for your eyes."
"Then you have some fries. They're good for your ... I don't know. They're just good.

Mat - Red and Jayne's Matt, Frankie's Matt, my Matt - died of a broken heart.

Let someone else have a lucky day, Anna.

Sometimes, a sigh was all the fight you had left.

My entire life has changed in the span of three weeks, but as the seals howl against the Pacific, everything around me remains exactly the same.

No matter how long you waited, no matter how hard you wished, no matter how much you missed the past, time marched forward.

I'll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about him.

Chocolate Cherry Fixer-Uppers

There were lots of ways to lose your voice.

Explanations take the mystery out of things, right?

It got him killed, but at least he felt something.

Anger was sharp edged and clear. Grief was messy, blurry.
But in the end both left you hollowed out inside.

There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are.

No one can be your reason to stay- you have to want it.

Your heart's pounding like mad,' he whispered. Fingers brushed my collarbone, tapped gently. 'Ba-bom. Ba-bom.

I used to think certain people in my life were the real deal. That we'd stay tight forever.

But homegirl don't know jack about hockey!

I've never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn't fix.

Sometimes life's most important moments are quiet, a decision made quick and calm.

I just swallow hard.
Nod and smile.
One foot in front of the other.
I'm fine, thanks for not asking.

Nature: it's own creation, it's own mystery, existing long before we took our first breaths and long after we take our last.

Every story is part of a whole, entire life, you know? Happy and sad and tragic and whatever, but an entire life. And books let you know them.

It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint.

No matter where on the globe you went, something was always changing.

Music, the universal language of love and hope and loss and everything else.

Sometimes I think we all feel guilty for being happy, and as soon as we catch ourselves acting like everything is okay, someone remembers it's not.

Because they're parents. It's in the job description. Must drive minivans. Must be immune to fashion. Must be freaks.

I take a deep breath,
count to ten,
and bury it,
way down deep

I just want to be floating, suspended here in my California time capsule with neither yesterday's dusk or tomorrow's dawn anywhere on the horizon.

I like him, okay?"
"No you don't. You 'well I'm un I don't know um I guess yeah maybe' him.

...Dads are supposed to be the strong ones. That's probably why Red has so many lines on his forehead. All the hurt goes up there to hide.

Beneath the vast diamond sky, I felt both all important and utterly significant, the goddess and the damned in equal measure.

Sometimes the right hug from the right person at the exact right time makes all the wrong in the world disappear...

My sisters were wrong to name the Vargas boys in the oath. Names had nothing to do with it. All boys were destined to break your heart.

It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was ... perfect.

I promise I'll take you there someday. I want to see it with you. I want to see everything with you.

Doesn't matter how many people are in the crowd anymore, Delilah. Ten or ten thousand, I'm still only singing for one.

I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.

We have the ability to pass our memories on. We just have to tell them to someone.

Love didn't save me; it changed me. Changed me into someone who could save myself.

You know it wouldn't kill you to walk, right, old man?"
"Maybe not. Wouldn't kill you to keep your clothes on, either.

What is the statute of limitations on feeling guilty for cheating on a ghost?

They say true genius often strikes in the pale moments between awake and asleep.

The only thing that's ours to accept is the fact that we don't always get to know the answers.

We can get used to just about anything but it doesn't mean it's okay

You can't help who you love,"he says,"even if the timing is horrendous.

Garra's got a way with the ladies," the Plazma wannabe announces with a wink. "So do I - it's a bass player thing.

How can I fault her for trying to bury a truth that when exposed to air and sunlight could only hurt the ones she loves?

Sometimes a tarnished life was worse than a swift death.

That was the thing about pictures. No matter how beautiful, they couldn't capture the truly felt parts of a moment.

For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.

Sometimes love was a tonic. Sometimes it was a weapon. And so often it was nearly impossible to tell the difference

Read them, Anna. Really read them.

I understand how easy it would be to lose yourself in the heart of another. It's frightening. Exhilarating. An ocean with no lifeguard.

Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that's what everyone said.

Matt died of a broken heart

Some people call it child labor. I call it ... let's not get technical.

But I want to spend the whole trip out here, with the ocean replenishing her treasures like an old shopkeeper as I sleep alongside her in the sand.

For a girl who's been burned before, risking it all is easier said than done.

Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.

No one knows me here. No one knows that they're supposed to feel sorry for
me.

We all long for what could have been.

When you don't feel like talking, no one can force you, no matter how many stories and secrets might be locked inside.

I gave him my own sexy raised eyebrow, because unlike Emilio, I knew how to do that shit correct.

Whenever we'd pass a penny on the sidewalk, Matt wouldn't touch it. 'Let someone else have a lucky day,' he'd say.

Sweetheart, when you say Matt's name, you have the same look in your eyes that he'd get whenever he'd say yours.

Sometimes I think I'm an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.

I'm fine, thanks for not asking.

My journal, my written thoughts like the lost children of my soul

The first moments of being awake are neutral, as they always are, waiting for us to assign memory and meaning from the day before.

It takes forty muscles to frown, and only twelve to jam a cupcake in your mouth and get over it.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

It happened and it was impossible and beautiful and then it ended before it even really began, leaving nothing behind but secrets and broken hearts.

Ink and paper were the only place where my voice didn't falter, didn't betray the real me.

But when you're in the middle of being in love with someone, you just don't stop to ask, "Matt,

I'll be thinking of you. Always.

Nothing ever really goes away
it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.

The late-night backyard encounter and kiss induced insomnia.

I told him that I would love him with everything I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it.

I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.