But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get." I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don't meet up right.

This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

I've read a lot of bad books. I used to review books for a living, and when you're a reviewer you read tons of terrible books.

And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.