Once I’m done with a book, I’m done! I’m just not a sequel kind of girl. By the time I’ve finished a book I’ve read it so many times that it’s time to move on.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.