She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want. -pg276

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

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

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 love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.