Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over.

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?

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.

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

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.