It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

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

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

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

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.