for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they’re not about to recognize that. They’d rather fight over what kind of pet they’re going to get … It’s an argument for its own sake.

People are always separable.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.