You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.

Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.

Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do...being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.