Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

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 always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.