For as spiritual as some people think my books are, I've never really dealt with religious things.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have

We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.

I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose.

Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

Never tell a child that something it's too hard