It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually werenโt good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didnโt want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you donโt. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You donโt want to look at whatโs rotting there.
Deb CalettiYou've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.
Deb CalettiI was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
Deb CalettiAccents are funny in that they have this odd draw for us, yet we forget we have one, too. No one is without an accent, but the one youโve got seems like oatmeal to their caviar.
Deb CalettiSo I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. (Page 173)
Deb CalettiThe magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
Deb Caletti