The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever? — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back,… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“It feels like he's taken your heart, doesn't it?....Like he's reached in and pulled it out from you. And I bet he smiles like… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Sitting at the old patio table she’d cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“The two giant oaks in the front yard looked like flustered ladies caught mid-curtsy, their starched green leaf-dresses swaying in the wind.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“After awhile, all the men wanted his opinion, and all the girls were in love with him. He made certain of it. Because he… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened when she had realized that she could only make one of them happy. She only knew that… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
