Rebecca Wells

“That it is kindness that makes you rich.”

— Rebecca Wells

“The very air they breathed was almost a juice.”

— Rebecca Wells

“True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.”

— Rebecca Wells

“How many years went by unnoticed, unembraced?”

— Rebecca Wells

“Life is short, but wide.”

— Rebecca Wells

“Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.”

— Rebecca Wells

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

— Rebecca Wells

“Smoke, drink and never think.”

— Rebecca Wells

“supposed to walk off my block, Sherry says, like a real whiny-baby.”

— Rebecca Wells

“Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.”

— Rebecca Wells

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

— Rebecca Wells

“Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to.”

— Rebecca Wells

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

— Rebecca Wells

“I couldn’t wait until my own stroke was strong enough for me to follow in her wake.”

— Rebecca Wells

“Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a bit fat mess every time.”

— Rebecca Wells

Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?

— Rebecca Wells

“Every time I thought that I was "put together," I realized that we're always putting ourselves together, gathering the world in, letting…

— Rebecca Wells

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

— Rebecca Wells

“hope they remember that when they get older. When they count up the things I did and didn’t do. I never gave…

— Rebecca Wells

“The notes danced through the June air; Vivi could feel them dust her hair and shoulders. She could feel the notes enter…

— Rebecca Wells

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something…

— Rebecca Wells

“Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death,…

— Rebecca Wells

“Shep claimed eating cake like that so early in the morning was a 'whore's breakfast.' The rest of them didn't care. They…

— Rebecca Wells

“She leaned down and smelled the skin at Connor's shoulders right at the spots where, as Martha Graham might have said, his…

— Rebecca Wells

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home,…

— Rebecca Wells

At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant…

— Rebecca Wells

“sits on the bedspread between her and Necie. I can smell that nail polish in the clean cool air of the woods.…

— Rebecca Wells

“far as I knew. Never thought one way or the other when Mama used to take her “naps” in the middle of…

— Rebecca Wells

“Connor: [about Sidda and Connor's wedding] Vivi, it's taken years to nail down a date. She's always said, "What's the rush, when…

— Rebecca Wells

“this architect who everyone misunderstands. I completely forget to ask what she and Charlene are going to laugh about. One evening Mama…

— Rebecca Wells

“to let anything connected with Charlene get criticized, so I said, Mama, you’re just jealous because you can’t dance like Charlene. Mama…

— Rebecca Wells

“Well, I could have predicted that something like this was going to happen. You can’t go anywhere with Mama without things getting…

— Rebecca Wells

“As Vivi drove, it seemed that not only the Ya-Ya's bodies but the earth and sky were sweating. The very air they…

— Rebecca Wells

“Caro remembered how it was to lie so unself-consciously next to her best friends. Her aging body recalled the singular comfort of…

— Rebecca Wells

“She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for…

— Rebecca Wells

“Edythe, I finally say, Why don’t you go on back to your bunk and eat your boogers for a midnight snack like…

— Rebecca Wells

“As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will…

— Rebecca Wells

“She walks barefoot into the humid night, moonlight on her freckled shoulders. Near a huge, live oak tree on the edge of…

— Rebecca Wells

“this dream where I just tell it all, and then this special-made vacuum cleaner comes and sucks all the crap out of…

— Rebecca Wells

“Sidda was tired of being vigilant, alert, sharp. She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs…

— Rebecca Wells