Once you call something a story, it's set in stone. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end that can't be transformed, because by definition, if you do that, it's not the same story anymore

There are two reasons not to tell the truth--becuase lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.

I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.

I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.