All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.