She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

Just because you didn't speak the facts out loud didn't erase their existence. Silence was just a quieter way to lie.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

Writing is grunt work - you need to have self-motivation, perseverance, and faith... talent is the smallest part of it.

You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.