There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.

We'd sit with a big bowl of popcorn, wrapped together in a queen-size blanket, and would escape to a place where magic was ours for the taking, where men rescued the people they loved instead of abandoning them. A place where, no matter how bad things looked at that moment, there would always be a happy ending.

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Every life has a soundtrack.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

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