...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.

I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.