But that's the hardest part of healing.' What?' Realizing there's no one to hate.

The bad things don't seem to happen to bad people.' That's because they already did. There's no original evil left in the world.

Plenty of people who survive tragedies end up ambivalent about danger--frightened by it, yet strangely drawn to it.

But that's the hardest part of healing.' What?' Realizing there's no one to hate.

I figured anybody who talked about church as much as she did was using it a little like cocaine anyhow.

The irrational thoughts were the ones with the power to burn holes in your gut.

What about my rights? What about a person's privacy? Did all that just go to hell after 9/11?