You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.

You can try to take sorrow and make it into something enduring, meaningful and beautiful. I always feel guilty that this is my job, that I get to do this

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.