It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking, acting as if you were nothing more than an egg to be flipped and flopped, sunny-side up or scrambled, depending on the whims on whoever ran your life..._

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.

I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' that was a gift. I understood it was power. The power to think my own thoughts. The power to believe in myself.