What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn’t.

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?