When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.

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.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

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

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.