Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.