The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.