She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

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.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.