Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

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