Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

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

It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

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