First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

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.

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

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Your peers when you're a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassment and regret. It was one of life's great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.