I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

Anything that kills hope is a sin

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.