You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen

Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.

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.

I love you, I'll never stop.

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.