Sometimes, niña, our greatest gifts grow from what we are not given.

You ride one in to the beach, and it's the most amazing thing you've ever felt. But at some point the water goes back out; it has to. And maybe you're lucky-maybe you're both too busy to do anything drastic. Maybe you're good as friends, so you stay. And then something happens-maybe it's something as big as a baby, or as small as him unloading the dishwasher-and the wave comes back in again. And it does that, over and over. I just think sometimes people forget to wait.

You could never be certain what you would find in a book that had spent time with someone else.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

We’re all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal.

Adults need to have fun so children will want to grow up.

You're not traveling if you already know everything.