I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.