Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

Getting a room's not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.

Not enough." Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. " Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.