...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.

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 a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

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?

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.