And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.

Is imagination dependent upon experience, or is experience influenced by imagination?

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.

Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations.