No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.

I give myself a good cry if I need it, but then I concentrate on all good things still in my life.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.