My father looked like he was having a stroke— not that Mel seemed to notice because he just kept talking. “Patrick needs a ride. No car, you know, and so I figured, hey, I can pick up some gas money.” He laughed. No one else did, and now Patrick looked like he was trying to push himself inside the door and hide.

Vitamins ruined my life. Not that there was much left to ruin, but still. I know that blaming vitamins for my horrible life sounds strange. After all, vitamins are supposed to keep people healthy. Also, they're inanimate objects. But thanks to them I was stuck in the Jackson Center Mall watching my father run around in a bee costume.

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

All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.