Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

You don't get everything all at once. You wait.

Well, anyway, her death changed our lives for the better, because it brought a kind of awareness, a specific sense of purpose and appreciation we hadn't had before. Would I trade that in order to have her back? In a fraction of a millisecond. But I won't ever have her back. So I have taken this, as her great gift to us. But. Do I block her out? Never. Do I think of her? Always. In some part of my brain, I think of her every single moment of every single day.

This is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.

I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.

The heart of myself has always been something just wanting so bad. I have had an empty center, black as a basement, but also knowing about light and waiting. Young as I am, I know now that everything is about to come. Jimmy will be the place for me to learn the real happiness. He will be my Joy School. My joy. Mine.

The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live - and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.