Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

What Daniel taketh away, Daniel giveth.

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.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

For the first time she saw that the nurse's name was Tabitha.