I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman’s life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

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.

Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.

It’s natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily most gracefully. So here’s me asking you to please not make that mistake.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.