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

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?

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

A red traffic light loomed, and Cecilia slammed her foot on the brake. The fact that Polly no longer wanted a pirate party was breathtakingly insignificant in comparison to that poor man (thirty!) crashing to the ground for the freedom that Cecilia took for granted, but right now, she couldn’t pause to honor his memory, because a last-minute change of party theme was unacceptable. That’s what happened when you had freedom. You lost your mind over a pirate party.

She didn’t understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder while others made one tiny, careless mistake and paid a terrible price.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

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