Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

the relationship between people knot so easily, there needs to be a person skilled at working free the threads. Sometimes, though, the only way to extricate a tangle is to cut it out and start fresh.

I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these things happened to me.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

I don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart.