I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

Q: How would you like your eggs in the morning? A: Unfertilized

What he did was wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.

It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.