“...like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes. ”

“I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)”

“When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.”

“I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.”

“I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)”

“Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.”

“The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.”