He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.

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

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.