- "Truth be told, I used to be worse. Much worse. I hardly ever drank much anymore. Or smoked pot. Or went off with guys I didn't know that well into dark corners, or dark cars, or dark rooms. Weird how it never worked in the daylight, when you could actually see the topography of someone's face, the lines and bumps, the scars. In the dark everyone felt the same edge: blurred. 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."--pg 101 This Lullaby, -Sarah Dessen
- "and it all came down to one thing: love, or the lack of it. The chances we take, knowing no better, to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in, protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips."--pg 254--this lullaby
- "humor, slang wielded in times of extreme stress on the theory that if you laugh at something it can't break your heart" pg 173
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