“The last time I saw Kate she was crossing a street, the day before I left town. I turned my head and pretended not to notice her doing the same thing. These are the daily lies that she and I have lived. And the biggest lie of all is that I am here. What kind of a friend am I?”

“I saw in her more potential, more character, than her mother allowed.”

“I wish I had known that secrets get stronger over time.”

“I know that I need to be completely immersed in it for the rest of my life. And that's probably enough for me to make it.”

“At fifteen, it's still kind of tough to see that people can't be compressed into one color all the time. They shift and change, letter days or not, many layers of many colors.”

“She's altered the rules on me. We weren't supposed to become the teenagers who 'have problems.”

“I was an idiot,” were my mother’s last words. I’ll never know what she meant because I wasn't there when she died. I am left with unanswered questions while I grieve for a woman I had barely spoken to during the last six months of her life. In fact, by the time I found out she had six months to live we’d been estranged for almost a year.”