Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?

There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.

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.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

As a child, what I was missing was so much bigger to me than what I had. My mother-mythic, imaginary-was a deity and a superhero and a comfort all at once. If only I'd had her, surely, she would have been the answer to every problem; if only I'd had her , she would have been the cure for everything that ever had gone wrong in my life.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?