And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded
Jodi PicoultSara: "You are so brave," I tell her, and then I smile. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you." To my surprise, Kate shakes her head hard. Her voice is a feather, a thread. "No Mommy," she says. "You'd be sick.
Jodi Picoult