If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.

Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.

There is real comfort in being quiet.

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.

Beauty—real everlasting beauty—lives not on our faces, but in our attitude and our actions. It lives in what we do for ourselves and for others.

Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.