She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. "I like that you let yourself be suprised.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.