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

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved her intensely if not honestly.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.

If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let this world happen to you... he didn't see eternity. He saw this girl and this moment and this one slim chance.