Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.