when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost -- the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.