The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

This is exactly what i wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.