I fear your faith has been mis- placed—but then, faith usually is.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.

Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.