The Right Story Needs The Right Telling.

And As Paralyzing And Upsetting As All The Never Agains Were, The Final Leaving Felt Perfect. Pure. The Most Distilled Possible Form Of Liberation. Everything That Mattered Except One Lousy Picture Was In The Trash, But It Felt So Great. I Started Jogging, Wanting To Put Even More Distance Between Myself And School. It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.

Her Primary Reason For Living And My Primary Reason For Living Were Awfully Entangled.

Stop Thinking About The Landing, Because It's All About Falling.

Every Paper Girl Needs At Least One String.

You Know, Like When You Look In The Mirror And The Thing You See Is Not The Thing As It Really Is.