I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

Mayonnaise is a lot like men, it can make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or, it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous"- "Keeping the Moon

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.

n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.