I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But you're making your critical decisions and sometimes your most critical mistakes.

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

Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

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

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.