It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?