Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.

As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.

I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

All good things come to an end. All bad things go on forever.

Hope can get you through anything.