Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal

She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility frightened me, because they reminded me of my own tenuous grasp on life.

At some point, I had to start laughing, because I was all wrung out from crying.

Relax. You are beautiful, and everyone wants some of that beauty.

Forgiveness is a wonderful thing, the only truth that saves us from eating ourselves alive and causing damage to everyone we love. I continue to work on forgiveness. I do, not, however wish to forget any of this.

I learned that day that there is no more lonely state than being in a lonely marriage.

I had hoped that the rest of the world would stand still while I got myself together again, but Chaos and Tragedy had marched into other lives close to mine as well.

She was so like a sister that I forgot we'd chosen each other as friends.

I am no fan of plane travel. I have always been too skeptical of the physics of the phenomenon to ever be truly comfortable in an airplane.