Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.