We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.

You see, we didn't know.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

No guy in his right mind would ever choose me when there are people like Hana in the world: It would be like settling for a stale cookie when what you really want is a big bowl of ice cream, whipped cream and cherries and chocolate sprinkles included.

I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?