How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

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

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

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

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.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.