Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy? edit

“Well dress me up in a tutu, put my on a unicycle, and call me Caroline the Danc…”

“My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so …”

“Everything's uglier close up," she said."Not you," I answered.”

“I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nob…”