Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.
Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.
The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women's lives.
It's not a date. I bought my own drink and I didn't shave my legs.
Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.
Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.