So what else can I tell you?" I asked. "I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.