No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

I'm a really eclectic reader.

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

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

I always quit at three when my kids come home from school so I feel pretty spoiled

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.