.. at a certain age we learned to see right through it, and that age is now. - Anna Quindlen

Every reader, I suspect, has a book like this somewhere in his or her past, a book that seemed to hold within it, at that moment, all the mysteries of the universe.

Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.

the older we get, the more we understand that the women who know and love us - and love us despite what they know about us - are the joists that hold up the house of our existence.