I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.