Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

But my apology was a thousand apologies.

Blessed books—they’re a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.

Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?

Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.

Family was even a bigger word than I imagined, wide and without limitations, if you allowed it, defying easy definition. You had family that was supposed to be family and wasn't, family that wasn't family but was, halves becoming whole, wholes splitting into two; it was possible to lack whole, honest love and connection from family in lead roles, yet to be filled to abundance by the unexpected supporting players.