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

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

Your peers when you're a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassment and regret. It was one of life's great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

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