Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.

Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

People change, but only if you give them room to do it.

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to do with the mind. What Mary really runs isn't a bakery, but a community.

She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.