Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

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

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.

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.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.