If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy.

Here are the things I know for sure: When you think you're right, you are most likely wrong. Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole. And, in spite of what I said, you can miss a person you've never known. I learn this over and over again.

My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.