Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive

I found plain truth very interesting.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.