"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
"She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as mother of pearl and her eyes were ocean caves. On windy days she would lie on her back on her bed, her soft blond hair falling away in waves, and watch the trees dance through her window." - Unknown