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

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

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

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

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