“We weren't really friends yet, just knowers of each other's secret stuff.”

“She wants to be friends. But what does that mean? Were we ever really friends? Friends don’t stay up talking on the phone Every Single Night about Stupid Lit le Things and Most Important Things until it’s light outside. Friends don’t tell each other their most secret secrets. Friends don't hook up. Friends don't ache for each other. They just don't.”

“From the first time we met, we knew everything that mattered about each other, didn't we? We just knew. I guess that's what best friends are: parts of each other.”

“We can always find each other, we girls with secrets.”

“We'd die here, old together, safe with each other's secrets. We were each other's juvenilia”

“I remember thinking, 'Sometimes you're riding high in April and shot down in June, but at least we have each other.' We were full of enthusiasm and color, and you could sense that something was brewing that could be amazing, but we weren't quite there yet.”