Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

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

Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.

But how do you ever know that you know a person?

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.