“Sidda was tired of being vigilant, alert, sharp. She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girlness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words "time management" out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share
Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible. — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this:… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“You cannot escape from life. Life is not a book. You can't just set it down on the coffee table and walk away from… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy.” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share
“The words shot through Vivi's bones and blood and muscle, and her body relaxed, so that when her feet touched the ground they met… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“sadness usually does, as soon as I sat down and began to listen. The small press had a correspondingly” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it,… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
