Someone telling you about the future did not prepare you for it. Nothing prepared you for it.

He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short, he is a friend.

How long did it take to become a gracious person? One who could accept help and give thanks without being resentful of it?

I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma, whatever it was that made this happen to me and not them. I’m in the worst sort of club. The one no one else wants to be in.

You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they’re healthy and you’re not, because they’re kind and you’re this angry, frustrated . . . thing.

His voice was everything she equated with home.

Sarcasm is wasted on those who haven’t had a decent night’s sleep, my darling.

I want everyone to stop telling me to lower my expectations.

Haven't you ever wanted something you couldn't have?

Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.