The stronger a woman gets, the more insecure the men in her life feel. It doesn’t work that way for a woman. We celebrate strength — in our partners as well as in ourselves.

From the first time he’d met her, he’d sensed an air of contradiction about her. She was very much a woman, but still retained a waiflike quality. She could be brash, and at times deliberately suggestive, yet she was painfully shy. She was incredibly easy to get along with, yet she had few friends. She was a talented artist in her own right, but so self-conscious about her work that she rarely completed a piece and preferred to work with other people’s art and ideas...

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.