If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.

There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.