Having a friend made everything else suck less.

I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches that look awful. I knit the sun down.

Kids are mostly very resilient.

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.