Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

Because we're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?

Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.

She’d spent enough time in this life to know that not everything will go your way. She’d read enough books to know that they weren’t all happy endings.

Oh, please. Everyone in this town always says that, like you have to be born here to understand things. I understand plenty. You’re only as weird as you want to be.

Daughters of the South were to their mothers what tributaries were to the main rivers they flowed into: their source of immovable strength.

Julia was like water in his hands. She’d slipped right through. Lovely and strange and unpredictable, she’d been everything he wasn’t. Nothing he was used to.

Ever read a story that you simply can’t imagine how it will end? This place is like that. The best things in life are like that.

But we spend all our lives looking for puzzle pieces that will give us a clearer picture of ourselves, of where we’re supposed to go and who we’re supposed to be.

She loved him with a force that could bring tears to her eyes, and the thought of losing him felt like standing on the edge of an endless black pit, about to fall in.