The real hell of this, " he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

Do You want to be a Starfish?

Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap.

Oh God don't envy me I have my own pains.

Ever since her obsession with Jonathan Cain, a deranged transfer student who had been at Sweet Valley for a month, Enid’s life had been entirely guyless.

I never did acid, I am just so high anyway.

Being a public person doesn't necessarily mean you're a piece of meat for everybody.

Don't ask me, I don't know

There's no better satisfaction than watching the people around you, who have worked day and night to get something right, realising the dream.