“Sometimes I think I'll never really belong anywhere, or trust anyone. I think I need to learn how to stop caring about that." "You can't decide not to care," Sean said. "You can only control your response." "Is that really… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“As I look back over the other best friendships I've had that also ended, I wonder if, in addition to simply having a finite… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“Adulthood is knowing that a fully realized character is always more important than the lines.” — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I felt something swell in me then. It wasn't desparate, or triumphant, or any of the things I was used to feeling around men.… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I had a rule about stilettos, and it was this: I didn't wear them unless I planned to kick ass in them. Stilettos were… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I thought that probably meant something - that we could only really look at each other through a looking glass. Literally. I didn't know… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I make you nervous,” he said. She frowned. “Of course you don’t.” He clearly did, and that, perversely, made him feel.. relaxed...” — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“For me, without question and despite certain Oracle of Delphi moments concerning my own thighs, it was my belly. The belly that refused to… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“...losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.” — megan crane Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think I'll never really belong anywhere, or trust anyone. I think I need to learn how to stop caring about that." "You… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“Some people lusted after cars, which had never made sense to me. For me, bookshelves could inspire whole spontaneous sonnets, so maybe it was… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
