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

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

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