We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

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.