Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.