Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need... if you throw salt over your shoulder... if you don't step on the cracks, then maybe you'll be immune. Maybe you'll be able to convince yourself that this could never happen to you.

What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.

She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.