That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

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

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.