I blend in the backgroud. when I arive for lunch my friends are surprised i'm not already there.

When I was your age I knew nothing about the world or my place in it. I figured I'd be someone's wife, then someone's mother. It never occurred to me to be someone myself.

Just as I suspected, my room does look different, post-eclipse. It looks smalled, like it can't contain me anymore. After all, I've got a whole new world to see.

I bet if you go through the rest of your life telling yourself, "I'm sparkling," you'll have a whole different energy and experience.

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

The oversized chairs are white; the walls, covered with occasional landscape paintings, are white; and the plush carpet is the whitest of all. I'm insanely glad I didn't bring a cup of grape juice with me.

if they make me watch that movie one more time, I will fall down on my knees and beg for mercy