When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.

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.

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

Your peers when you're a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassment and regret. It was one of life's great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

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