There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

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

Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.