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

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

When I turned fifteen, I remember my father gave me a credit card which I was allowed to use for two things: emergencies and books.

So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and heavy footwear, and quite a few piercings glinting in sunlight. They had invited her to sit with them while they all finished up their lunches before film seminar. Tibby knew that they had invited her largely because she had a ring in her nose. This bugged her almost as much as when people excluded her because she had a ring in her nose.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.