Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

Not even you can reach me here, Carmen thought.

Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different."

Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly.

"No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first."

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

I love you, I'll never stop.