I preferred my brand of beauty where Norah was more beautiful than any bimbette, and Mom was beautiful whether sized extra-small or extra-large. Where Peony could look at herself in the mirror and murmur, wow, look at me. Just look at me.

You know, sometimes the most direct route isn't the right one. - Jacob

You raze the old to raise the new.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?