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

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence. Once you can establish that, it's an added foundation to your life.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

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.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.