If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.

I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.

I think that if you're somebody who's a control freak, the process would make you crazy, but I'm kind of a process freak, so I'm excited to see what he does with it. I know it's not going to be my book, so just starting with that knowledge frees me from having to get all freaked out about it.

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

The living deserve attention, too