but, he also said it because part of him wanted more of her, this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

I left my mark on that man.

As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

Well, it's my voice, so it's more accessible that way, and there are also all sorts of things like plot and timelines that are already known entities, so for me, it's very different from writing fiction.

Like a medical procedure,' Ruth said. 'Intricate surgery is needed to patch up the planet.

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

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.