He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. "She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

You can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice....sure it does...but only if you're too dumb to move.