Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

The first boy was always the hardest.

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

Welcome to adulthood," she said. "It sucks as much as high school.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

I planned my whole future around Adam," she said now, quietly. "And now I have nothing." "No," I told her, "now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet.