I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

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

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

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.