The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

that since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbon’s could hardly wait for the night to forget themselves in sleep

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 perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

She was a large, disordered woman, like a child's drawing that didn't stay within the lines.