Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

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