Silvia

“To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful. ”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“To the immature, other people are not real.”
― Harry and Bonaro Overstreet

“So unfair, she thought. Her baby was going to grow up, and her husband wasn't.”
― Stacy Bierlein, A Vacation on the Island of Ex-Boyfriends