I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

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.

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

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.