Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible

I had really great parents who always gave me lots of opportunity for choice, but I didnt always realize how rare that was for a girl for them to say, You can be a mom or have a career or do both or do something we havent thought of yet.

Once you want something, everything changes.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.