She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.

But I'll tell you something else, too. Something I've learned, the hard way. I guess"—Gram laughed a little—"I'm the kind of person who has to learn things the hard way. You've got to hold on. Hold on to people. They can get away from you. It's not always going to be fun, but if you don't—hold on—then you lose them.

The worst things weren't outside of you.

I didnt write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself.

...a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.