Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.