Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.' "She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

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.