As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

If you ever meet a guy and you fall in love with him, but because of some weird genetic mutation he doesn't seem to return the feeling?... Wear that dress.