I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them.

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.

The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.