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

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.

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

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm. You didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you thought, Hey. And there you were.

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.