Wars happen because the ones who start them think they can win.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.

We've learned to see the world in gasps.

People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.

And she finds it difficult to believe—that a person would love her even when she isn't trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.

They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.