Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

Once, I asked my mom why stars shine. She said they were night-lights, so the angels could find their way around in Heaven. But when I asked my dad, he started talking about gas, and somehow I put it all together and figured that the food God served caused multiple trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

It was nice not having to be the one in control, for a little while. It was nice to be the one who was protected, instead of the one who'd been protecting eveyone else.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.