When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.