“far as I knew. Never thought one way or the other when Mama used to take her “naps” in the middle of Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner. Never said to myself, Mama’s not napping, she’s passed-out drunk. Never even questioned” — 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
“Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.” — 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… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“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
“I was stupefied. Had she once been a star and her bright burning had dimmed? Maybe because she had us? Or had Mama” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“The notes danced through the June air; Vivi could feel them dust her hair and shoulders. She could feel the notes enter her and… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Don’t think this means I’m giving you all my secrets. There is more to me than you will ever know.” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
