At every wedding someone stays home.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

I think if you're going to show a true representation of any one life, it can't be about any one thing. I try to see more of a full picture, with the romance just a single part.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

I always thought I was different.

"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."