you're not a bad person because you want to be yourself.

The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Write a living will. And become an organ donor!

People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.