Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.