And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.

You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.