A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

love is reliable. infatuation is temporary.

I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.

In my adult life, I had spent a lot of time angry at God, mostly over the sudden deaths in my family - my brother at 30, my daughter at 5.

I was kind of an outsider growing up, and I preferred reading to being with other kids. When I was about seven, I started to write my own books. I never thought of myself as wanting to be a writer-I just was one.

The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.