She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

Kid says to me, "You play baseball? What position? Left out?" and gets a big laugh from the rest of the class. Kid is only one person out of 6.792 billion humans on this planet. This planet is only one-eighth of the solar system, whose sun is one of two billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy. Put it that way, the comment loses it's importance.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

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.

When you love someone, you don't see parts of him you don't like.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?