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

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

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

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

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

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

He got Alice, the way we did, or maybe even more so than us. He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.