Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project, get her definition. But as she ran a finger slowly across the faces, identifying each one, it occurred to me that maybe this was her answer. All those names, strung together like beads on a chain. Coming together, splitting apart, but still and always, a family. (page 289) ~Ruby

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are.

Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.