There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

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

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.