We can all be beautiful girls.

Nate: “And,” he said, “boys at twelve aren’t exactly slick with the ladies.” Ruby: “’Slick with the ladies’?” I said. “Are you twelve?

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.

I've found in my own life that if my writing isn't going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

'I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?'

Again, it occurred to me how weird it was to be permanent in a place that to everyone else was only temporary. Like I could never be sure if they were the ones who weren't real, or if I was.