When you look into your baby’s eyes,” Lacy said softly, “you see everything you hope they can be…not everything you wish they won’t become.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other.

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

be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.