There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.

It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle