Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper

It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.

To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

For the first time she saw that the nurse's name was Tabitha.