Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped down her puffy pink cheeks. She touched her tears, frowning. Then she looked up at Julia and whimpered two words before she fell asleep. ‘Real hurts.’

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.

Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

I didn't know how...deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life.