We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

They say talk is cheap. Maybe so. But kindness is even better—it's free! Free to give. Free to receive. Makes you wonder why there's not more of it, huh?

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

She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.

The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.

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

It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the East End as they had been in the West. The sidewalks, the streets. The very places where they didn't belong. Forlorn, marooned on concrete and asphalt, no place to burrow, April's orphans.