A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

Saying you're through with romance is like saying you're done with living, Betty. Life is better with a little romance, you know.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

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

Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me...I'm just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street.