People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

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

He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

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.

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

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.