It’s just … everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be. Nothing that I’m good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesn’t matter—and being good with words. And when those things do matter, it’s only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.

There was just no fear in her.

You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.

It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one - and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.