And of course, the answer came to me in the same way Jesus comes to those who drink in trailers: as an epiphany.

Nobody's trying to kill you, Deirdre. You're killing yourself.

Some damage is too severe, some harm endures. And what you have to do is accept it. And by accept it I mean, don’t be the paralyzed person in the bed who is waiting to walk again. Realize, it’s never gonna happen. And find some other way to get around –swing from a vine, get a Mad Max wheelchair. Anything but…wait.

When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.

I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

There's never a false note in a Berg novel.

When I first thought of being a writer I had visions of stacks of books in stores with my name on them, that sort of thing. But I never imagined this would be the reaction.