Sometimes the closest-held secrets in the world can be pried out by the right question at the right time.

Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.

So are you bisexual?” I had asked, and Todd had laughed at my insistence on label. “I guess I'm bipossible,” he had said.

I've never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn't know what to do with it.

She had discovered that the best remedy for heartache was trying to make herself useful to others.

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.