Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].

At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.