She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Live today like there's no tomorrow!

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past "weird" and "strange" and "goofy." Her ways knocked us off balance.