Quotes from Deb Caletti

I knew something else, too: It's human nature to want to help and soothe and save with your love, but it's also arrogant.

What Dino spent most of his time doing was hiring and firing new managers. Since he ditched William Tiero three-plus years ago, he just want through these poor guys like you go through a bag of M&M's when you've got your period. Consume, and on the the next.

He was like one great big Sunday afternoon -- the kind where you stay in your PJs and watch movies and eat popcorn. Where life is at it's uncomplicated best.

Holy Christ fate's got a fucking sick sense of humor " he chuckled.

Men are trouble" "Amen to that." Peach said. "You were happily married for fifty years," Miz June said, "I don't understand why you are agreeing." "He Left Me." Peach said "He DIED." "Same thing.

More than anything, I like just being there while he works, doing what he knows to do, in his own place.

If reading counted as a sport, I'd be a gold medalist.

He's good, all right," Mom said. "But I guess there's something else. About being sure. Sure about anything. Right comes with right timing.

It's funny the ways we try to punish ourselves when we feel we've committed some crime.

Good guy. There was efficiency to male language. Those two words were what guys said about other guys that they really respected. Guys they could count on, that were solid, whose word you trusted...The language for the other kind of men-even more efficient. Cut down to a single word they deserved. Asshole.

This is the problem with danger, isn't it? You can even be warned and ignore the warning. Danger can seem far away until the sky grows dark, and a bolt of fury heads straight toward you.

There's grief and then there's the loneliness of grief. The way it's just yours and yours alone.

When you are a human being, you must decide and decide again to go forward. You must, or you won't move from the worst that life offers...

Usually you just walk and walk among people who are not of your tribe, and then suddenly, there you are, in a place that feels familiar and known.

Blessed books--they're a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.

It is one of those moments where there is so much to say that there is nothing to say, no adequate words, anyway, to speak it all.

Because what is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it. It can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog; hidden behind a curve of road, and then suddenly there in full glory. Its waves come like breaths, in and out, in and out, body stretched to forever in its possibilities, and yet its heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivably majestic.

A human heart is the size of two hands clasped together. Imagine your own hands joined, or your hand in someone else's, because that is what hands are for, and what hearts are for: holding each other. This can be very, very hard to remember when hearts have been so broken.

Love is corny, when you get right down to it. It has two left feet. It trips over itself, because it is so large that it's awkward. It's sort of silly, done right. After all, how do you convey something that huge?

Still, past assholes could make a person feel skittish. You had to be careful. It could all suddenly be different than you thought it was. A big possible mistake could be hidden anywhere, ready to blow up everything, same as stepping on a land mine.

I kept trying to talk myself out of my second thoughts when they were trying to help me. My advice? When it comes to relationships, second thoughts should be promoted.

Even when times are dark, the darkest, even when you are sure that life as you know it is over, there are still things that last.

It was about the way a moment, a single moment, could change things and make you decide to try to be someone different.

Knowledge was a personal life preserver you could always count on when you were swimming in the deep end