She blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He'd just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body - all ribs and elbows and knees - pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small and fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her.

...I felt fear enter the halls of my mind, but I didn't give it the keys to every room.

Dogs are one of those things that make you happy and make you wonder.

People who go to work every day, make sacrifices to raise families, and get through life without hurting other people if they can help it-those are the real heros.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

Home is the first refuge from - and last defense against - the disappointments and the terrors of life.

I would not cry. I do not cry. How bitter do you risk becoming by swallowing too many tears?