I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle.

To me gay rights is the last civil right that we have not granted in America and I think it's an enormous embarrassment.

There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have spared them. And the mothers who have let their broken babies go, who look at our children and see instead the faces of the ones they never met.

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.