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.

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

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

I see lots of differences between Australians and Americans - but as mothers, I think were pretty much alike!

All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.