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

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.

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

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.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.