I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

We can't know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.

Other people apologize and don't mean t "Sorry, but you shouldn't have..." or "Sorry, but I just didn't..." They apologize while telling you that they were right all along, which is the opposite of an actual apology.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

Do not think about guys who have broken your heart six ways. It is mentally deranged to chase after heartbreak.

A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.

Silence is a protective coating over pain.