Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.

The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.