Everything...affects everything

I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things." "Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. "And jumping off rooftops." "And lighting their farts on fire," she says.

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.

When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.