I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].

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

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

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

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?

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.