It's so easy to think that your strengths don't matter.

It's more important to be interesting, to be vivid, and to be adventurous than to sit pretty for pictures.

There is no question that the objects that surround us impact our experience of the world.

We are only as great as our struggles. We only become who we are in the face of them.

Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craining their necks. Everybody has marks on their bodies from years of living- a trail of life left on them. Evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they are.

We build our lives in moments, and even the ones we can't remember become the story of who we are.

All my main characters are people I'd love to sit around having coffee with. They are people who will tell you honestly about the things that scare them and worry them and trouble them. Because those moments of connection between women-when they really decide to be honest with each other about their lives-are some of the best things in life.