Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

Writers have superpowers.

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.