Did anyone else have these moments of amazement over the existence of humanity, when they are in awe of how they are here, and alive, even if it's only for a short while?

It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.

Are you saying that we can affect what happened in the past? That we can change it?

Everyone might think Lizzie's an angel, but I knew better. She was selfish, and she was going to pay.

The people who say New York never sleeps must have never visited Las Vegas.

How was Savannah supposed to pretend this glamorous life was what she’d always known? She was from a slummy neighborhood in a town outside San Francisco. These people were going to see right through her.