I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow from the stronger one's strength.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.