The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.
I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.
Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.
If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.
If you could just be nice, then you wouldn't have to worry about arguments at all. but being nice wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.
but accepting help doesn‟t have to mean giving up control.