When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?

Anna is the only proof I have that I was born into this family. Instead of dropped off on the doorstep by some Bonnie and Clyde couple that ran off into the night. On the surface, we’re polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we’re the same: people think they know what they’re getting, and they’re always wrong. (Jesse)

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.