and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

Just when you think you've got your life by the reins, that's when it's most likely to run away with you.

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.