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

The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line.

To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.

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

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.

The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision cleared, they were holding instead the gun they kept hidden in the bookcase.