Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

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.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

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