I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.

I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.