You came back fighting and furious at me. You told me you'd been looking for mermaids, and I interrupted you. [...] I said that next time, you had to take me with you." "Was there a next time?" "Well, you tell me, you don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.