That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

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.

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

We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?