Sometimes when you find something you didn't really realize you were looking for, you just don't know how to react.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.

Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side.

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.