Quotes from Rebecca Wells

Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.

She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness 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 herself float down the unchartered beautiful fertile musky swamp of life, where creativity and eroticism and deep intelligence dwell.

Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.

I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..

You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

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, that's it?

Smoke, drink and never think.

a full moon shimmered over central Louisiana. This was no rinky-dink moon. This was a moon you had to curtsy to. A big, heavy, mysterious, beautiful, bossy moon. The kind you want to serve things to on a silver platter.

At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

But all she wanted to do was lie in bed, eat Kraft macaroni and cheese, and hide from the alligators.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

When the Deep Purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky, Thru the mist of a memory You wander back to me, Breathing my name with a sigh. In the still of the night, Once again I hold you tight, Tho' you're gone, your love lives on When moonlight beams. And as long as my heart will beat Lover, we'll always meet Here in my Deep Purple dreams.

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.

Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.