Perhaps nothing was ever “meant to be.” There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit “bendy.

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.

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

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 longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.

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.