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.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

There is always something new to learn about the person you love.

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.