Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.

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

I always thought I was different.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.