When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

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

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

Some men you know are Southern before they ever say a word," Julia said as she and Emily watched Sawyer's progress, helpless, almost as if they couldn't look away. "They remind you of something good--picnics or carrying sparklers around at night. Southern men will hold doors open for you, they'll hold you after you yell at them, and they'll hold on to their pride no matter what. Be careful what they tell you, though. They have a way of making you believe anything, because they say it that way.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.