I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.

The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.

newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.