Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.

Observing and understanding are two different things.

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.