I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn't all day long but that never works.

It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.

I follow the path we’ve taken so many times this summer – across the front, down the street, cut back through a neighbor’s yard, down the stairs to the beach, past the pier, through the campfire labyrinth, up to the deck of the Shack, and straight into Sam’s arms.
Without speaking, he kisses me hard on the mouth and I kiss him back, sobbing and crumpling into his chest like a broken puppet.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. --Hudson

Angel icing? That's the craziest, corniest, most whack-ass stuff I've heard in my life

No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon."

Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.