So," she went on, "it got me thinking about what cost beauty. Or for that matter, what cost anything? Would you trade love for beauty? Or happiness for beauty? Could a gorgeous person with a mean streak be a worthy trade? And if you did make the trade, decide you'd take that beautiful swan and hope it wouldn't turn on you, what would you do if it did?

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

At every wedding someone stays home.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which encourages them not to be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse." "You get all that from a pink Onesie?" Leah said after a moment.