The only monsters I have ever known were men.

If it's us", she whispered, "how come you get to decide?" When he didn't answer - couldn't answer - she turned and stared out the front window. As it turned out, they were still in the parking lot. They hadn't gotten anywhere at all.

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.