I found it mildly depressing that the height of color in Washokey came from the seasonal produce shipped from other states.
Kirsten HubbardShe turned up the volume. I listened for a second to the high-pitched garble of Italian. "Taffeta," I said, "how is this your favorite part? You don't even know what the words mean."
"I do too," she insisted.
"No you don't--they're in another language."
"Yes I do, Grace." She swiveled the volume knob. "Listen.
I used to wonder what it would look like if all my footsteps were painted red: all the steps I'd ever taken in all the places I'd ever been.
Kirsten HubbardA person's actions could be interpreted in a number of ways, depending on who was watching. Their viewpoints were simply skewed by their beliefs, their prejudices, and their private desires. Their personal kaleidoscopes. I couldn't judge them, of course. I was the same way.
Kirsten HubbardYou can't truly hate someone until you've cared about them. Until you've loved them.
Kirsten HubbardTag: love hate relationships
We could liberate a million trophies. We could fill every river to the brim. But it would never fully substitute for liberating ourselves.
Kirsten HubbardThey’re like the opposites poles of my personality. Mild-mannered, responsible Reese is who I used to be, while in-your-face Olivia’s who I want to be—with a few sharp edges dulled.
Kirsten HubbardEnvy is when you want what someone else has. Jealousy’s when you also don’t want them to have it.
Kirsten HubbardYou got to find your own places. The places you get, girl, the ones that stick in your heart. And if you’re lucky, you find people to share them with.
Kirsten HubbardWanderlust is like itchy feet. It’s when you can’t settle down. But Wanderlove is much deeper than that . . . it’s a compulsion. It’s the difference between lust and love.
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