Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't think of the past. And of all the things he'd lost. He thought only of the present, and what he had. And how it was so much more than he deserved. And he prayed then that he would never, ever lose it.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

DNA tells you all the secrets of life,’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.