Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.