You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.

There are so many different fifteens. And eighteens. And forty-twos, for that matter. Mature fifteens and young fifteens and wise fifteens and lost fifteens. And angry fifteens.

She would bring you some great book because she was a book matchmaker, because she loved books the way other girls loved clothes.

Empathy took the edge off, and the truth is, we need our edge. Our edge is trying to speak to us, and we are too, too good at shutting it up.

It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.