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.

I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.

He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.

Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.