Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.