I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

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

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it