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.

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

Her hands quieted. "Yeah. Because even if the law says that no one is responsible for anyone else, helping someone who needs it is the right thing to do." I sat down beside her, close enough that the skin of her arm hummed right next to mine. "You really believe that?" She looked down at her lap "Yeah." Then how," I asked, "can you walk away from me?

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.