She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.