You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

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

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

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