Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

Maybe Fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in.

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.

Here's a news flash for the ladies: for every one of you who thinks we all want a girl like Angelina Jolie, all skinny elbows and angles, the truth is, we'd rather curl up with someone like Charlotte - a woman who's soft when a guy wraps his arms around her; a woman who might have a smear of flour on her shirt the whole day and not notice or care, not even when she goes out to meet with the PTA; a woman who doesn't feel like an exotic vacation but is the home we can't wait to come back to.

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.