As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my...

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I’m reading, wherever I am, I’m always somewhere else.

Zip it kiddo. Don’t ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it’ll be used against you later in life.

I live in an ocean of smell…

Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.

The very air they breathed was almost a juice.

…the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct...

It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then...

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken....

But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.

At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would...

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

You know how some people, when they’re together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that’s it?

When the Deep Purple falls,Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky,Thru the mist of a memoryYou wander back to me,Breathing my name with a sigh.In the still of the...

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.