Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared their meager food and always offered it to him first, even though he insisted she eat before he did. THey leaned on each other at sunsets. Holding her as they slept felt like his last connection to humanity.

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

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

No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.