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

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.

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

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.