What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me.

No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.