You own a Tic Tac. Gum is just borrowed. - Esther

But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is always the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.

"I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia salad" Dexter picked up a box of Twinkies, tossing them into the cart. "And Twinkies." "It is... Except that it's a cookout thrown by my mother." "And?" "And my mother doesn't cook." He looked at me waiting. "At all. My mother doesn't cook at all." "She must cook sometimes." "Nope." "Everyone can make scrambled eggs, Remy. It's programmed into you at birth, the default setting. Like being able to swim and knowing not to mix pickles with oatmeal. You just KNOW."

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.