The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.