What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

I can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.

Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.