Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.