She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.