Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different." Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly. "No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first."

Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

There are some people who fall in love over and over.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.