Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.

I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But you're making your critical decisions and sometimes your most critical mistakes.