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

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

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

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

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.