She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.

something is always falling apart in me.

My first job was as an assistant in the local library. Self fulfilling prophecy?

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

A man should live his life a certain way not because of some divine authority, but because of a personal moral obligation to himself and others.

Stem cell research has become such a polarizing issue in America... and I wanted to bring it down to the personal level, instead of the political.