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Night and Day, the aunts called them, and although neither girl laughed at this little joke or found it amusing in the least, they recognized the truth in it, and were able to understand, earlier than most sisters, that the moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
Goodness, in their opinion, was not a virtue but merely spinelessness and fear disguised as humility.
She gave off a sour, lemony odor, which was a mixture of equal parts rage and despair.
Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you’re headed in the exact right direction.
Antonia has already drifted down the hall, to paint her nails red and consider her future, something she has never once done before.
she stretches out under a cool white sheet and keeps the bedroom windows open so that the breeze comes in and wraps around the room.
“Work is what people have to do in order to have the bucks to party,”
A man who doesn’t close his eyes, even for a kiss, is a man who wants to keep control at all times.
each time she kissed him Gillian wondered if what she was doing wasn’t a little like making a pact with the devil.
No one knows you like a person with whom you’ve shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.
Children are certain to shove each other and pull hair, teenagers will call each other names and cry, and grown women who are sisters will say words so cruel that each syllable will take on the form of a snake, although such a snake often circles in on itself to eat its own tail once the words are said aloud.
Grief is all around; it’s just invisible to most people.
chocolate chip pound cake with maple frosting,
Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the morning and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds.
“You got lucky this time,” Sally tells her sister. “You think it was luck?” Gillian grins. “Yeah,” Sally says. “No way,” Gillian says. “It took years of practice.”
Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
