Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.

She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.