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.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women's lives.

Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.