Lissa lowered her voice and added, "I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps and go to Africa and shave my head and dig latrines." "Shave your head?" I said, because, really, this was the most ludicrous part of the whole thing. "You? Do you have any idea how ugly most people's bare heads are? They've got all kinds of bumps, Lissa. And you won't know until it's too late and you're flat-out bald.

It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

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

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.

Fine...a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.