Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.

I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.

You don't trade in the devil you know for the one you don't know.

Love is like light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime.

There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.

Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.