Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed

be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

The English judged a person so that they'd be justified in casting her out. The Amish judged a person so that they'd be justified in welcoming her back. Where I'm from, if someone is accused of sinning, it's not so that others can place blame. It's so that the person can make amends and move on.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it.