“ You could never be certain what you would find in a book that had spent time with someone else. Erica Bauermeister
“ She felt about her zester the way some women do about a pair of spiky red shoes--a frivolous splurge, good only for parties, but oh so lovely. Erica Bauermeister
“ There were moments in life, Marion thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand,… Erica Bauermeister
“ When Marion had been a teenager, she wanted a tattoo. As an oldest child who did mostly what was expected of her, she had been fascinated by the abandon tattoos implied, the willing, blind leap into c… Erica Bauermeister
“ I walked across a bridge that doesn't exist. And after that, being scared just didn't seem so important anymore. Erica Bauermeister
“ She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pumpkin… Erica Bauermeister
“ Jack's marketing books had been a part of her life for so long that she had ceased to register their presence, simply moving them from the couch to the coffee table, from the bed to the nightstand. Ho… Erica Bauermeister
“ The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy is more valuable than accuracy. Erica Bauermeister
“ Each person's heart breaks in it's own way. Every cure will be different, but there are some things we all need. Before anything else, we need to feel safe. Erica Bauermeister
“ When a couple came to class together, it meant something else entirely - food as a solution, a diversion, or, occasionally, a playground. Erica Bauermeister
“ We’re all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal. Erica Bauermeister
“ Isabelle had always thought of her mind as a garden, a magical place to play as a child, when the grown-ups were having conversations and she was expected to listen politely-- and even, although she h… Erica Bauermeister
“ She quickly realized she had an affinity for the older books and their muted scents of past dinners and foreign countries, the tea and chocolate stains coloring the phrases. You could never be certain… Erica Bauermeister
“ I've been wondering," Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them. Erica Bauermeister
“ I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not. Erica Bauermeister
“ What did she do that made her happy? The question implied action, a conscious purpose. She did many things in a day, and many things made her happy, but that, Claire could tell, wasn’t the issue. Nor… Erica Bauermeister
