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.

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

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.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.

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