She wanted to be irresponsible, she wanted to be looked after, to be told that she didn't have to worry about a thing and that someone else would take care of everything. How easy life would be without having grown-up problems to worry about. And then she could grow up all over again.

It’s not easy remembering the good times.

Seeming and being are not one and the same.

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves; they only know it after the fact.

My box bedroom can only fit a bed and a wardrobe but it was my whole world. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until I became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do.

How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid.