It's hard to believe. Where does the times go?' Betty sighs. 'I've always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.

People, you'll find, aren't usually all good or bad. Sometimes they're just a little bit good and a whole lot bad. And sometimes they're mostly good with a dash of bad. And most of us, well, we fall in the middle somewhere.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

When I was in my twenties and broke, I'd buy books before food. A meal will sustain you for a few hours, a good book will sustain you for life.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.