It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks.

Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.