Quotes from Kristan Higgins

Blue rolled onto his back, letting them know he was available for tummy-scratching any time.

The therapy let me grieve and find ways to cope.

There was something about being a child of divorce...I'd always felt somehow responsible for everyone's mood. If I was cute and cheerful enough, I believed, everyone would be happy. If they weren't, clearly I wasn't trying hard enough.

I want to be with someone. I want to be part of a couple. I want kids. He's a good person, Georgia. All I have to do is—what's that saying?—make the scales fall from his eyes, and I think he could love me.

It's never gonna be over, is it? Thinking about the life we might have had.

Chances were high my mom could do one of those Jason Bourne neck twists and Bambi would be on the way to heaven.

No," Kelsey said as if it were the

Your importance is dwarfed by their friends. Romantic interests. Cool professors and great coaches. A spouse, someday, and kids of their own, and you . . . you got left behind at a certain exit on the highway of their life, and all you can do is look down the road after them and remember when you were so needed, so loved, so sure of your place in the world, because you were Mommy, and that was everything.

I had often envisioned my funeral—me lying against the rose-colored satin, looking utterly stunning, U2' s and Ed Sheeran's sadder songs playing gently in the background while my friends wept and laughed over their precious memories of me.

A closed casket was not part of the scenario, hit by Beantown Bug Killers or not. I wondered if my face was smooshed in. Eesh.

My childhood had ended, and I never even had the chance to say goodbye.

James glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. This felt longer than a problematic colonoscopy.

Matthew, sometimes we just have to hope that things work out, because being absolutely sure of something . . . it doesn't happen a lot.

It's the wretched contradiction of parenting. Once, you were their favorite human on the planet, and they were yours. For the rest of your life, your child will remain your heart . . . but it's not mutual. It's not supposed to be. Your importance is dwarfed by their friends. Romantic interests. Cool professors and great coaches.

My family's pretty intense. Like every other day, someone's having a first Communion or a christening or a baby. My mother calls me four times a day just to 'catch up.' I have to pretend the cell service sucks out here just to get some peace and quiet. I love them, but too much of a good thing, you know?

Humor writing is something that comes naturally to me.

I think it's always interesting to learn what the seemingly spontaneous one-nighter actually reveals about a character.

Don't ever marry a man who loves his work more than he loves you.

I guess my ambition is simply to keep doing what I'm doing for as long as I can.