I love fairy tales and feel very affected by them.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

I thought of the bowl of water my mother taught me to look into. It was true, everything a person ever needed to know was right there in a single bowl small enough to fit in the palm of one hand.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

If I hadn't learned my lesson, I would have wished we could stay there forever. But I knew better now. We'd seen what we'd come to see. The way to trick death. Breathe in. Breathe out. Watch as it all rises upwards, black and blue into the even bluer sky.