La neige est blanche comme ton cou,
La neige est blanche come tes genoux.
Ta main est froide comme la neige,
Ton coeur est froid comme la neige.


"Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is."


"It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word."


Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. Summer just opens the door and lets you out."