Whether or not belive in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault - that if you'd tried better, worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance? I know poeple who'll hear about the people who died, and will say that it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favorite: They were just in the wrong place at hte wrong time. Then again, you could say the same thing about me, couldn't you?

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

But sometimes, in order to win, you have to make sacrifices.

A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.