For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

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

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure than a life of quiet habits. But looking back was easy. It was the doing that was painful. There were plenty of things she would like to look back on but wasn't willing to risk.