It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world.

Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

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

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.