Happiness is the best revenge, you know? Just be happy. It's a choice.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

I've always loved sister stories in fiction, from the time I was little, reading about Beezus and Ramona. I've always wanted to write a sister story.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.

ONE MORE CHNCE. Words that my mother heard, more than once. Words that women debate. Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. I think of all the judgment from society, friends, and family, the overwhelming consensus seeming to be that you should not grant someone who betrayed you a second chance. That you should do everything you can to keep the knife out of your back, and to protect your heart and pride. Cowards give second chances. Fools give second chances. And I am no coward, no fool.

Whats not to love is hardly a reason to love. And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.