You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.