Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.

I think many of my books, including "Handle with Care," including "My Sister's Keeper" circle back to how far are we willing to go for the people we love? I think love changes the way we think. It's the thing that takes you out of what your normal set of beliefs would be.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

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?