Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

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

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.