You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.

Here's a news flash for the ladies: for every one of you who thinks we all want a girl like Angelina Jolie, all skinny elbows and angles, the truth is, we'd rather curl up with someone like Charlotte - a woman who's soft when a guy wraps his arms around her; a woman who might have a smear of flour on her shirt the whole day and not notice or care, not even when she goes out to meet with the PTA; a woman who doesn't feel like an exotic vacation but is the home we can't wait to come back to.

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn’t.

I have always envied people who believe strongly in religion, people who could face a tragedy by praying and know that it would be all right. As unscientific as it seems, well, it would be nice to lay the responsibilities and pain on someone else's larger shoulders.