Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly right out of you.

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

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.

How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else.