I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

...You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.

First and foremost, I would put a massive national emphasis on illiteracy with real markers that you could measure and real efforts to do a one-on-one kind of tutoring until kids can get up to snuff on that.