Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.

If you choose to be looking for something, you'd better be ready for whatever it is you are find. Because it may not be what you've been expecting.

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.

When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.

Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. 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.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.