Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

As Val jumped down onto the litter-strewn concrete after them, she thought how insane it was to follow two people she didn't know into the bowels of the subway, but instead of being afraid, she felt glad. She would make all her own decisions now, even if they were ruinous ones. It was the same pleasurable feeling as tearing a piece of paper into tiny, tiny pieces.

He looks like the good boy he's never been.