He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.

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

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

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.

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

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.