I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

Sometimes when you find something you didn't really realize you were looking for, you just don't know how to react.

I wonder if what makes a family a family isn't doing everything right all the time but, instead, giving a second chance to the people you love who do things wrong.

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.