“She'd never in her whole life bunked school, smoked dope, or kissed a boy whose name she didn't know, and yet in the last few days, she'd done all these things.”

“But quitting didn't change what she'd already done. The piece of her past that she'd never be able to outrun.”

“Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.”

“In fact, her whole life, she'd done her absolute best to do the right thing. It was wonderful to be wildly, romantically in love at sixteen. But life wasn't romantic”

“She'd be lucky if she got out of this alive . . . and she'd never been lucky in her life.”

“She'd never known true contentment before now. She had waited her whole life for someone to set her free.”