She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.

She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.

A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.

I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.

Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. "It makes me crazy," she said. "You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.

She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.