Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

I made such a fool of myself,” she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.” “He didn’t love me back.” “That does not make you a fool, either.” “Just tell me …” Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?” “Sometimes never.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it's all an accident.

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

Mankind is connected in ways it does not understand - even in dreams.

No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.

I hate to be like everyone else, but I'm rooting for San Antonio because I like teams that were built the old-fashioned way.