All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

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.

On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.