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

It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." (...) "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

The time has to be right and the heart willing.

All wisdom ends in paradox.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.

I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend