“So Old Man Date Rape was number what?" she asks. "Four or five?" "We're not counting him," I say. "This is the Twenty Boy Summer, not the Twenty Dirty Old Man Summer.” — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.” — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“I was falling in love. I am losing my father. With Emilio Vargas. To smoke and shadow. My heart fluttered. My heart aches. To… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“Sometimes life rocks so hard your heart wants to explode just because the sun came up and you got to feel it on your… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“The hardest thing is that I’ll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“But when he died, I saw - nothing. There was nothing left to see. It happened and it was impossible and beautiful and then… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“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… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“...while well-meaning relatives and friends stopped by, bearing an endless supply of cards and food in disposable foil pans and saying all the wrong… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“What if I come back and I'm different, Anna? Sometimes you go to a place where everything is different, and everything you ever know… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“Patrick leans in for a hug through the open doorway, and in his arms I'm reminded of the other dream I had last night,… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
