Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one’s advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

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?

Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.

...because he believed that if you wanted to get rid of a hole, you filled it. He had not realized at the time that there were all sorts of filler that took up space, but had no substance. That made you feel just as empty.

He gently touched his mother's cheek, felt her sorrow slip over his fingertips.