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

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.

Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never knew. Sometimes, people could surprise you.

I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

You need demarcation." "Demarcation?" I asked. "It means a clear separation between two things," he told me. "A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

Welcome to adulthood," she said. "It sucks as much as high school.