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.

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.