I let myself relax into the pattern of the recipe.

I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.

there is something intriguing about knowing how things are going to turn out, but being constantly surprised about how they'll get there.

I tell myself I’m fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

All I have besides food is grief.

If you don’t know how to deal with emotion, other people’s feelings can hit you like a drug.

Heartbreak is stupid and impossible. Hearts don't break. Hearts squeeze, they wrench, they ache, they shrivel. Hearts pull apart in wet chunks like canned tomatoes.

She's not quite making sense, but no one does all the time.

This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.

I love it, " I say. "So I learned it." It's an explanation that leaves a lot out. But I learned a long time ago that people don't really want explanations.

You are or become what you think you are

I just know Maycomb. I'm not in the least sensitive about it, but good Lord, I'm certainly aware of it.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

It got up to 94 degrees today – that's pretty good at my age.

The cat: an animal that's so unpredictable, you can never tell in advance how it will ignore you the next time.

There's a lot of overconfidence about this bill. We're going to expose it. It will not pass.

I've been very much intrigued by and impressed with women. But I've never been intimidated. Even if I make a fool of myself, it's better to have tried.

successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.

I grew up in the 30s with an unemployed father. He didn't riot; he got on his bike and looked for work and he kept looking 'til he found it.