... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.