Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you've got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

You don't make a friend," Jacob said with a scowl. "It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese.

The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.