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

There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.