"Hate is a lot like love.  It's warm and fills you up every part of you is tingling to release it."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois

"'Hell, we were high school sweethearts.'

That's the most depressing part about the whole thing.  People who have prom pictures together should never get a divorce."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois

"I grip my knees with both hands and try to hold my body together.  I'm about to rip at the seams; if I cry, everything inside me is going to fly out.  When someone opens the door, pieces of me will be borne away on the wind.  I'll never be able to find all of them.  I'll never be whole.  I'll never be whole."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois

"His hands grip the wheel, his knuckles white, and I stare at them for a moment, lost in a memory of him teaching me to write, his fingers gently guiding my own.  This is the man who gave me words.  But he didn't listen when I tried to use them."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois

"I know that if I want to understand what it means to let someone in, someone other than Benny, I'll have to take a risk.  I have to hope that he won't let me down.  That he can be a person who is a place - a place where I can go and call a time-out on all the uncertainty and awfulness of my life."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois