You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

Just because fate had thrown another obstacle in my way didn't mean I had to give up my dreams.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

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