I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life--or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window--is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

I'm not going to try and change you mind." "If you're here, you accept it's my choice. This is the first thing I've been in control of since the accident." "I know." And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak.

I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen