“People called her wild, but she wasn't. Not really. She just didn't give a shit what they thought. Maybe that was what they found so unforgivable in the end.”

“I never asked her how she was, because I didn't really think about how she was. I just thought about what she thought of me.”

“Maybe Laney's right. Maybe June did love me. But I'm far less certain that she knew I loved her. Did she realise how much I needed her around? It's not like I ever told her. I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice what was going on in hers. Even if she did know, it wasn't enough to count. It wasn't enough to make her stay. So really, what did it matter, in the end?The bottom line is, it's my fault. I didn't love her enough. I didn't do enough. I wasn't enough. There's no excuse. There is nothing that will ever make that okay.”

“Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.”

“It’s just as well,” she thought. “If I told them what I really think, they’d shit roses.”

“Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much.”