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

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

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

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.