When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.

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

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.