The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.

I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.

It’s just that I’m the kind of person,' Rebecca continued, 'that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn’t be a pin for me.

No exchange rate for the confidence of youth.

He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance that would not go away.

Bullies are just frightened people.

I don't think there was a particular book that made me want to write. They all did. I always wanted to write.