Quotes from Suzanne Young

It doesn't matter who you come from. It matters who you become.

For a brief second I remember everything about who and what I used to be. But most of all, I remember Harlin. And I wonder how he'll find me if I'm someone else.

I've already loved you twice,

It's not like humans worry if they've hurt the feelings of their … toaster.

Haven't you heard? Money doesn't buy happiness. Just really nice cars.

Dallas closes the leather case, set to store it away in her closet. She looks at the message one last time, memorizes it, and leaves the postcard on the table before she walks away. You matter.

It was such a simple thing, and yet it broke and fixed my heart all at once.

You don't matter, Dallas," he says seriously. "You don't matter the way she does and you know it. I love her. And that's all I'm going to say about it.

I'm going to kick his ass for touching you," he growls. "And for wrecking my bike." "I'm glad I came first in that sentence." "Baby, you always come first.

Harlin needs you," she whispers. "He loves you too much." I smile a little. "I know. But I like that about him.

It isn't fair, the way some of us have gotten so screwed by life.

I feel classy as fuck.

But I can't rewrite history. I can only live with what's left.

I realize that's the way, the way of selfish people. They want to control everyone else, but when it's them, they want their own rules.

Years ago, when physicians didn't know how to treat the mentally ill, they began shock therapy, and in extreme cases—lobotomies. They would poke holes in their brains, Miss Barstow. Human beings are cruel creatures. And what we don't understand, we tamper with until we destroy it.

The words take the air out of the room and make my skin crawl. We sit there quietly, afraid it might get worse. It can always get worse. I know that now.

Girls need to protect each other, especially when adults do nothing but watch.

How do you get places?" "I go around saving attractive girls," he says. "Obviously.

It's nice to meet you, Elise," he says, a slow, sexy smile pulling at his lips. "I'm Harlin.

I'll go to church if you cut my hair tomorrow. But then you have to let me paint your portrait sometime." "You paint?" I'm honestly surprised. "I haven't in a long time," he says. "But I find you inspiring." "I'd be interested to see your work," I say. "Wait, you don't mean nude or anything, right?" He laughs. "No. You'll be fully clothed.

Are you sure this is okay?" he asks. "I mean, did your dad really invite the handsome stranger who's dating his daughter to sleep on the couch?" "I like how you added in the 'handsome.

Forever just us.

who are we without our pasts?

It's a blank slate here, filled with possibility.