but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.