The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

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

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.