Page 23: “I kept my closet the way I kept everything: neat and tidy.” “…Okay, so maybe I was a little obsessive. But so what? At least I wasn’t a slob.”
Page 27: “Okay, so maybe I did have a bit of history with expecting too much from relationships.
But gosh, at least I had standards…”
Page 36: “The stupidest part was that I let him, flushed as I was with love (not likely) or lust (more likely)…”
Page 82: “But I always worked harder when I was up against something, or when someone assumed I couldn’t succeed. That’s what drove me, all those nights studying. The fact that so many figured I couldn’t do it.”
Page 101: “When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.” “Nice girls didn’t do what I did. Nice girls waited. But even before it happened, I’d never counted myself as a nice girl.”
Page 117: “Because I didn’t show weakness: I didn’t depend on anyone.”
Page 142: “It was so hard to explain, but it gave me a chill, every time, almost like he was touching my heart.”
Page 188: “I must say, it’s your confidence that really did me in. You know, so many girls are always insecure, wondering if they’re fat, or if you really like them, but not you.”
Page 264: “And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.”
Page 316: “That strong sense of what we shared, good and bad, that led us to here, where my own story began.”
Page 320: “She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.”
