I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

You don't make peace only with G-d. You make it with people. Sin isn't global. It's personal. If you do wrong to someone, the only way to fix that is to go to that same person and do right by him.

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.