Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

Love makes you weak. This I know for sure. Mom loved Roger. Roger loved Mom.And look what happpened there. She died. She thought her love made her strong. She kept telling me-after she was diagnosed-she ket telling me, "I'm going to beat this Kyra. I'm going to come out of it. I love you and I love your father and that love is my strength. You're my strength.

You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.

It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.