It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period—days or weeks—without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next.

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.

Why is it I'm always so quick to believe that people are thinking...believing the worst about me?

Experiencing life through a book can help you learn without all the pain of going through the experiences first hand.

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?

I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.