Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a death certificate, but not a birth certificate. And afterward, your milk comes in, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.' She looked up at me. 'You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever. I know I didn't do the wrong thing. But I don't feel like I did the right thing, either.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

I believe that you can fall in love many times with many different people. However, I don't think that you can fall in love the same way twice. One type of relationship may be steady. Another may be fire and brimstone. Who is to say if one of these is better that the other? The deciding factor is how it all fits together. Your love, I mean, and your life.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.