The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

You have peace," the old woman said, "when you make it with yourself.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

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

This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.