Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.

Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I’m afraid of what I’ll miss.

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament as well as anyone in the world. How bitter it felt when you acted badly to everyone and ended up hating yourself the most.

Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.