There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.