And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.

For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.