We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

"I accept your condemnation," I said.

Intimacy doesn't have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.

...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

If you are going to forgive a person, Liz decides, it is best to do it sooner rather than later. Later, Liz knows from experience, could be sooner than you thought.

People are capable of great, great change during the span of one lifetime. And women even more than men.