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.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.