Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.

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 was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. "I like that you let yourself be suprised.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.