“Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”

“Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”

“There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.”

“Just because you didn't speak the facts out loud didn't erase their existence. Silence was just a quieter way to lie.”

“She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.”

“All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. For years, parents tell you that you can be anything, have anything, do anything. That was why she'd been so eager to grow up-until she got to adolescence and hit a big fat wall ofreality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be pretty or smart or popular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny, you were too busy trying to fit in.”

“[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.”