I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.

Whether or not belive in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault - that if you'd tried better, worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance? I know poeple who'll hear about the people who died, and will say that it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favorite: They were just in the wrong place at hte wrong time. Then again, you could say the same thing about me, couldn't you?

But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?