Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

What if I was! That’s my point. What if I was a bit overweight and not especially pretty? Why is that so terrible? So disgusting? Why is that the end of the world?

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever. Just ask Pandora.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

They say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.