Embarrassment isn't a just cause of action.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.

Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of our bodies, places where our blood flowed backward. If you asked me, not that anyone ever did, the only words worth saying were I'm sorry.

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.