The time has to be right and the heart willing.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

Don't waste your time on life.

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.