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

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

The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy is more valuable than accuracy.

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.

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

Life is beautiful. Some people just remind you of that more than others.

She said, 'You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.'