It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon. "Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an expert when it comes to first steps." Are you," I said. "Then tell me how." You close your eyes," Coop answered, "and jump.

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline crack.

People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.

I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.