Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die.

I found plain truth very interesting.

Iknew that all the attributes he was teased for, at age five, were going to work in his favor by thetime he was thirty-five...but I couldn't get him there overnight. You can't fast-forward your child'slife, no matter how much you want to.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.

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

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.