You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at all. They made a mess of the place.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

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.

Lena realized that a fundamental layer of their happiness depended on the four of them being close to one another. Their lives were independent and full. Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives, but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.