it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.

Just because fate had thrown another obstacle in my way didn't mean I had to give up my dreams.

As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.