Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

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.

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 used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?