So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything.

The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back.

I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.

Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.

You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.